10/22/2018
She sings of sunshine,
with my voice,
only smaller,
made innocent,
made new.
She sings with a new voice
–her voice,
she sings,
and all the doubts
that may fill me
dissipate.
I am doing this
–tending my flower,
her song lifts me,
and her sun shines
these fears away.
She of Letters 