Antique Violin
My family is an antique violin
Made tenderly by a master hand
Scratched and worn by time
Creating rich tunes from a simple wooden bow
My mother is the body, worn but strong
A support binding the rest of us together
She catches the sounds we exhale
And echoes them with a greater tone
My father is the bow, crucial and powerful
Who pulls a full, dark stroke from our strings
The hair loosens and tightens with his mood
Each fine quality enhances the song
We are the strings: G, D, A, and E
Working together to create melodies and harmonies
Sometimes we need to be tuned
But all can be restored with love