UKULELE

Here it is
Arrived
In my hands
From British luthier
Crossed the sea
To end one great adventure
And begin another
In my living room
I am scared
Not feeling worthy
Like a kid
With uneaten food
Left on the plate
At grandma’s house
But that’s not why
I had to name her
After Ethel
So much jazz
Texas tornado
Laughter and wild
Sparkling eyes
That is the scene
I will spend
A great deal of time
Working to invoke