Sunrise To Sunset Jazz Poem by Edgar Eslit

Sunrise To Sunset Jazz

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Chirping birds and rustling leaves embrace the morning breeze in gleefull hype
When the aroma of the browed coffee awakens the slumbering nostril to life
And the glaring sunrise refold the earthy music of Kenny G’s 'Silhouette'
There hums the morning smiles like an orchestra on its alto el allegro strife
What a day, such a day, and a lovely day to start a new day right.

Waving and blinking satin curtain gliding down the window underneath the cell
While the next dew falls ticking the saucer pan beneath the grills down below
And the next quack of the lone duck demises granny’s veil above the wall
Here, signals a simpler lead, folding the blanket back and up to pile the pillows
What a reminder, simple to remember, and so dearly spoken by granny Dell.

Half dusted Sax bellowing the door used to throttle the 'B' flat minor sound
With dad and his band used to play while his crews were on merry the grove
And the San Miguel Beer typifies our stumping feet together on the ground
Well, there goes the pair, swinging and gliding in heightened antique moves
Such music, a living jazz, in twilight 'till dawn rings true for all generations.

Ecstatic as it sounds maybe but the memories of old openly divulging everyday
That yesteryears happiness, for us kids in the family of five, remain a treasure
And the love, and values, and lessons we usher to everyone in that humble family
So to say, worth keeping all the way as it itches in heart that jubilant picture
Such memory, so simple, a vivid example of once cherished golden family day.

Years have passed by and as the days would come and go for my three boys to grow
What a task to do when a four, two and one year old mischievous kids approach you?
And their shout, cry, throwing, rocking, feeding, running and pampering would ensue?
Oh dear, the orchestra on its el alto allegro, but in a simpler melody caring like a pillow
Day ends with whole note reminder: correction does more but encouragement does better.

Shhhhh, Sax's on while the three darling angels have come to slumber!

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