wood and strings

wood and strings

I pick her
up so gently,
my hands curve down her side.

and make her
sound so pretty,
my fingers as they slide.

she’s here when
I’ve been happy,
giving shelter when I hide.

she’s been with
me through heartache
and consoled me as I’ve cried.

been my friend
while growing up,
my friend as old I grow.

a lover
and a confidant,
in chords our story’s told.

this guitar
holds more for me
than merely wood and strings.

my life
poured into her,
my life about she sings.