Rani Turton

My Father, With His Arthritic Hands - Poem by Rani Turton

My father, with his arthritic hands
Closes his door, picks up the bow
Tucks the bit under his chin
Tunes it real low
My father can compete with the world's best bands
My father plays the violin.

His eyes are dim but the notes are clear
His hearing is faulty but we can hear
The songs that pour out from within
People outside stop to listen
When my father plays the violin.

He opens up another world
Far from stress and pain
I become a child again
As without a word
He picks up the bow, tunes it real low
My father plays the violin.

My father with his arthritic hands
Holds a magnifying glass to his eyes to read
He sits out there under the clear blue skies
Now that he can hardly walk
(Luckily my sisters are there when he needs to talk) .
And when its dusk and he enters within
Then with his arthritic hands
Father picks up his violin.

Comments about My Father, With His Arthritic Hands by Rani Turton

  • Rookie Ranjit Ravindran (10/18/2009 8:54:00 PM)

    Indomitable Spirit. My hearty wishes to your dad, Ma'am.
    Is there any way I can hear his lovely tunes? (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 9,573 Points Marie Shine (5/24/2009 2:18:00 PM)

    I have to agree with Catrina on this one.Her comment says it all really and there's nothing I can add. I loved this poem and because it is beautifully descriptive could see the picture in my mind as I read.
    A very touching piece - eyes filled up with tears!
    Thank You Rani for sharing.
    10/10 from me. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Catrina Heart (2/7/2009 3:16:00 AM)

    WOW! Rani thank God you have invited me to read this poem...Its awesome...The message was great, very touching piece. With all your fathers disability the songs flow through the heart while playing his violin...10/10 (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Katherine Wiley (6/19/2008 1:03:00 AM)

    A very touching poem, beautifully written. Thanks for sharing. Kate (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Ron Flowers (6/9/2008 7:24:00 PM)

    Rani, a truly wonderful poem of love and respect. I am glad you pointed me to it. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Mamta Agarwal (5/20/2008 4:47:00 AM)

    your pride in your father and compassion for him really touched me. it is very painful to see your parents suffer. but he rose above it and made you proud. so touching (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Abha Sharma (4/26/2008 3:30:00 AM)

    we all have loved our father but it's a beautiful way to reveal our regards and affection...a soul soothing poem... (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Irene Clark-hogg (4/13/2008 7:34:00 PM)

    Once again your love for your father shines through your work and touches the hearts of those who read. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Meggie Gultiano (4/9/2008 5:00:00 AM)

    Like me, you really love your father, and they both play the violin..this is a very touching piece, it moved me to tears..i do miss my father so much..Thanks for this sharing, Rani (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 3 Points Janice Windle (3/29/2008 6:46:00 AM)

    This is a moving and beautifully written piece, Rani. The skilled hands of an old person are very touching to me too. You paint a clear picture of him. (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,931 Points James B. Earley (3/20/2008 2:08:00 PM)

    A splendid message of love indeed, passionately expressed! Thanks. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Sandra Fowler (2/17/2008 9:15:00 PM)

    Your father makes beautiful music with those arthritic hands of his. I can only add,
    Encore'. Very touching, Rani.

    Warmest regards,

    Sandra (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Rachel Flint (2/16/2008 5:35:00 AM)

    moving beyond words simply beautiful (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Lynda Robson (2/16/2008 4:40:00 AM)

    What a lovely tribute to your Father, its sad we all have to get old I too suffer with arthritis not so bad as your father but it is debilitating, excellent work 10
    Lynda x (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Richa Dhodi (2/16/2008 1:45:00 AM)

    A nice tribute that you have depicted through this wonderful poem. All lines show that u hold loving and carying liaison with your father.
    good work.thanz. (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 3,647 Points Jasbir Chatterjee (2/16/2008 1:00:00 AM)

    Your poem brought a lump into my throat; it made me think of my own father with his arthritic legs, sitting in his study room with his students, busy teaching...fighting away the old age blues...Thanks a lot for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Broken Peaces (1/17/2008 1:23:00 PM)

    Absolutely adorale poem the love for your father comes shining through I can almost hear him playing top marks Chris regards from the Morvan (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 14, 2008

Poem Edited: Tuesday, January 15, 2008

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