The unseen grandpa,

gone many years before,

stands next to the crib

and smiles at the babe

sleeping with a purring snore.

 

“We will not meet

in this life, little one,”

says grandpa,

“your time has just started

and mine is long done.

 

“Though you won’t recall

how it came to be

I leave a gift

that you love beat and rhythm

to connect you to me.

 

“Music will move you

when you hear the beat so steady.

It will excite you because

it is the pulse of the sweet melody.”

 

Her whole life she didn’t know

exactly where it came from.

But in her blood

that sleeping babe

loved the beat of a drum.

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