Why I Drum
She hovers at the edge
of the drum circle,
brown eyes peek
through black ringlets.
Near her mother’s elbow
she watches
as her older brother
and toddler sister
pound tubanos
with abandon.
I offer her two mallets,
but she shies away.
Her mother urges,
but she whispers,
why won’t you try,
Mommy?
I shuffle soft djembe
heartbeat under
joyous chaos.
Mommy tests the harmony bars,
chimes out some vibe-like
bell peals.
Brown eyes widen
with surprise at
golden tones.
Her little fingers
wrestle the mallet
from Mommy’s grasp.
She strikes the “e,”
then looks at me,
ovals her little mouth.
She takes two mallets
from my hand to beat
hard on the djembe.
I thought I couldn’t do it,
she tells me as she
leaves the circle.
But, when at first
it sounded good,
I was happy.
8 thoughts on "Why I Drum"
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Beautifully written tribute, Roberta!
I love this, specific drum words, the structure, the movement, the child, the story. 🙂 beautiful.
Thanks for the comments. Traveling and music took me away from poems for a few days. And then, brought me back. 🙂
Your heart drum beat is true. Shows up in your music, your poems, and work like this!
I think we were on the same learner’s mind wavelength today, no? 🙂
Lovely moment captured in a poem. I’m taken by the little girl’s wonder when she discovers she can drum.
Beautiful, Roberta!
This is so nice. So visual.