He walks so handsome, tall and lean, <br />Nothing grander have I seen, <br />In my son, this child of mine, <br />Harmonious mirth to ever shine, <br />A voice so deep and humble still, <br />He grabs the room despite his will, <br />Long fingers on a manly hand, <br />Commanding presence where he stands, <br />True and gentle when not showing, <br />The humble heart within him glowing, <br />The gift of music springs from him, <br />Not knowing the penchant he holds within, <br />Tchaikovsky blood in his DNA, <br />The crowds will want to hear him play, <br />Through his fingers to his guitar, <br />From morning glory and moonlit star, <br />To hear him play brings mortal bliss, <br />A mother's heart just can't resist.<br /><br />Victoria Gauci<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/great-great-uncle-tchaikovsky-s-dna/
