Ava's Concert Poem by Jim Yerman

Last night I got to experience, for a grandparent, something cool
While watching Ava’s 1st grade concert at her Elementary School.

The acoustics weren’t the greatest and at times you could hear the microphone ring
But I swear there were moments in the evening when I heard the angels sing.

The children were all dressed as insects and pardon me if I’m a bit smug
But Ava, in my humble opinion, was the cutest ladybug.

I’m sure every parent and grandparent thought they had the cutest bugs or bees
Because pride is overflowing at concerts such as these.

1st graders might be fidgety, they pick their noses and forget their lines
But grandparents and parents look past the imperfections and only see the shine.

We may not understand what’s going on or hear the words to every song
But when each number’s over the applause is loud and long.

Yes, we smile, we clap, we laugh, we cry, we’re as joyous as can be
For we know this is their only 1st grade concert that we’ll ever see.

Life is about enjoying these moments from the time they are in the womb
And all along their path in life, like in an elementary school multi-purpose room.

I’ll remember yesterday as one of those moments, it’s to that memory I shall cling
When I got to hug a ladybug and hear the angels sing.