Everyone keeps telling you to 'Quiet down! Hush!'
Confusion on your little face, big questioning eyes.
You are still young enough to be wholly you,
And 'too loud' has no meaning.
Your voice is you, its timbre and pitch and volume, all your own,
They are telling you to change.
This will happen to you, again and again, my hearts own child,
I cannot prevent it.
But I will not ask you to hush,
And my heart will weep the day I hear you check before you speak,
The day that a subdued, sorry whisper emerges
From where a ***** roar once dwelled.