There is a quiet little girl named for the spring
Her hugs are as soft as any lamb
When I first met her she had no voice
No earthly way to sing
The device was taped snugly at her throat
She sat quietly in the back of the room with a sleepy look in her eye
I haven’t any idea of what happened to her or why
Week after week she watched intently
Following me with her fingers dancing in the air
Then came a day when the trach was gone
A bandaid took its place
Healing, I thought gently, a sweet moment of grace
Next even that had disappeared and with it, tender skin replaced!
A different shade from all the rest to signify that it was so very new
Such a smile it brought and later tears when with my silly reading I was through
And now…
This week she sat crisscrossed up front
She rhymed and giggled right out loud
She even exclaimed for unicorns!
With our steamy teapot she took a hearty bow
And sing? Oh my, how she sings!
As bright as the sun
As swift as the cloud
Her voice is no longer hers alone
But a lovely gift she shares
In fact,
She has so very much to say
She nearly got in trouble
Nearly…
But not quite on this treasured perfect day…
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ellie894 June 2018
