"My Mother's Music"
There is a power to be found
In every word we hear.
In every word we speak.
In every word we write.
I first felt that power when I was young.
In the way my mother spoke
Words gliding past my ear,
Harmonizing, beautiful, mesmerizing.
She would open her mouth
Then out came the wondrous music
Yet she never sung.
No, she never sang at all
But she whispered to me,
"My child, I'll tell you a story"
And with every word I heard the symphony
It drew me in
Glued me to the floor
Eyes wide, ears open.
YOU ARE READING
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