Thursday, December 12, 2024

Her grandmother sang


 Her grandmother sang, trembling

loud and clear 

As those around her decided not to hear 

The sweet sad depth of her tones

Filled with tears  

disappointments 

Heartaches beating from far and near 

Still resounding after all the years 

Oh what tragedies she silently bore

she sang when she could contain them no more

Little girl hopes in high octave tones

The low notes would follow 

She felt so alone 

If only…

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I am a proud senior, forever hippie, who has incorporated the peace and love vibe into the technosphere of the 21st century. Gratitude and love of all beings is what I live for and how I live. My husband and I are guardians of pteribird in heaven and magic Mikey a special needs senior parrot, whose intelligence and love is beautiful and humbling. Blessings