April!

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