Tiny little voice, quiet as it can be, soon to listen, little cries of joy
Sound a sleep
yet it would make the mother
through the night
through afternoon
through early hours of the morning,
how many times over and over
in between
a child voice, to listen by praise
sounds by love
surrounds the home
a bliss of harmony
time has change, where did the time go
a daughter of mine,
soon to be, a mother herself
knowing the rough, is the time
to learn, what a mother is all about
yet
little voice of harmony, will memorize
a grandmother so proud to be
far in distance,
in time, she guess,
she'll see the love of the child,
cries of tunes, to play by her way,
to listen to understand
the meaning of each cry means
to pick her up
to comfort with love
the warmth by her, is all more better
to smile away
what is in front, what is given
by love
a daughter
by her own mother
she did justice
to what she did
on her own through the path she took
looking after the human being
grew to a blossom of a flower
the seed is planted
no in December 10th 2012
is the cry of harmony