For My Ava
by Carmen H Gray
The sweetest sounds
Are formed by your
Exquisite mouth
A gentle melody
Reverberating from the strings
That your finespun fingers
Carefully pluck
What a favored world
That exists
In the music of you
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“If you do not breathe through writing, if you do not cry out in writing, or sing in writing, then don't write, because our culture has no use for it.” ― Anaïs Nin
I’m glad Ava got a UKE. Fun instrument. Lovely poem.
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