Harmony

I tried to learn to play
on my mother's old guitar.

The strings would not hold a tune.

You were patient.

I strummed one or two notes
counter to your deft fingering
as we sang.

That's the truth.

But the picture
shows me playing
intent and equal
to your graceful bliss.

Did he catch us
in that moment
in perfect harmony?

Truth or not,
that is how I like it remember it.