On any given day we will hear:
Solos being belted out in showers,
humming over homework,
and whistling while the dishes are cleared.
“What will I have for lunch?” she sings.
Not asks, sings.
And then flitters from pantry to fridge.
Yes, there is flittering here too.
She colours our lives with endless song
without even knowing it.
She needs no audience, no applause.
In fact, she’d prefer we didn’t even notice.
So we all go about
getting along in our day,
with sideways glances of thankfulness
for the songs she sings in our lives.
For without her voice,
each day would be a little less
And a lot less melodic.
Our home, our lives
are all her stage.
And I am so delighted
to play my small part in her wonderful show.