a wonder wednesday story @feypoet
believe this story took place 10yrs ago, to the day. though the time was iffy at best and i was somewhere nearer the bottom breath than the top, it was Wednesday.
i had moved from a family home into a 3 bedroom apartment. the home nearly lost, the apartment financed by its sale, was not home according to my children who were uncomfortable, worried, and a bit frightened by the neighborhood. but it was a post-divorce transition and the best i could do for them during the time they'd spend with me. that was a few hours on Wednesday and 2 out of every 3 weekends. i never bought the notion that the time i'd spend with them would contain more quality than the quantity of time i was losing. the notion presupposed that as a man i hadn't spent years of quality time with them.
anyway, my 2nd son was fired up about learning and playing the cello, so we got him lessons each week, to which i'd drive him, hang around for 45mn, then take him back to his mother's house. i'd only get to hear him play during concerts with his middle school orchestra because he didn't want to bring his cello to our apartment. after a year of lessons he was set to play a recital put on by his teacher and her husband who also had music students. about 6 one song recitals were scheduled on a Wednesday evening in a local church sanctuary. the sanctuary was small, accommodating its parishioners, and now us parents, in 9 pews.
(at this point in the story i'm wondering how i can condense it into a poem because i'm boring myself in the writing and so can't believe you're really still reading)
skip to my son's turn to play. he's tuning his cello and ready to begin his selection. he's nervous and hesitant and looking at the audience rather than concentrating on the piece. it's a bit screechy and scratchy, but when he looks at me i indicate by body language that he ought to bow his head to the cello and just play. thereafter, the pew in which i was sitting began to reverberate with the sound of his cello and i was moved by the sound as well as the wood of the pew. ahh, wonder
Trans_Anoka Orchestra / Sarajevo: http://youtu.be/pJwqtnBNZP4