©2011 Susan Noyes Anderson (poem only)
My mother taught me how to play
each note to form a song.
She showed me how to hold the bow
and keep my down stroke strong.
I learned from her instruction:
Push your wrist back. Elbow under.
She coaxed the music through her hands
and brought forth strains of wonder.
Mom taught me much of living
in those early childhood days…
of violins, of artistry,
and of a mother’s ways.
“When you look at your mother, you are looking at the purest love you will ever know.” – Mitch Albom
“Mama was my greatest teacher, a teacher of compassion, love and fearlessness.” – Stevie Wonder