Ed's Funeral: Day 28

Her stepdad passed and Mom,

She took her violin, she took

It from the highest shelf,

Where it had gained a dusty idleness

She asked a favor from

Her youngest offspring, for

My prodigal recorder skills

My guess is death

It changes all the roles

And at the service, played

The Scottish Anthem's pride

Mom's strings, they sang with grief

My pitchy plastic didn't know

How mourning ought to sound.

We did the job

'Cause who plays bagpipes? Drones

Are futile noise, when pain sighs on

On end, the chant of universal ache

My mom was shy, I'd never heard her play before

'Til Flower of Scotland, the march

That lifts your soldier feet

I hope that when I go

That someone stands and tries

Prompt: "Music features heavily in human rituals and celebrations. We play music at parties; we play it in parades, and at weddings. In her poem, OBIT [Music], Victoria Chang describes the role that music played in her mother’s funeral. Today, we challenge you to write a poem that involves music at a ceremony or event of some kind."