carpet squares scattered on the floor,
the children squiggle and squawk until--
Miss Myra picks up the guitar.
Softly, softly, she strums and sings,
And twenty bodies all sit still.
They are singing now, clapping, patting.
They stand, they sit, they whisper.
Is it not magic to listen
to one woman charm small children?
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5 comments:
I wanna go to choir practice!
Sing, babies, sing! Utterly, painfully cute.
I want to hear this magic
through the voices of small children.
This is so lovely, thank you.
Melissa: you all should join us. Seriously.
Alita: small children singing are magic, no?
we should all be so lucky as to fall under the spell of a musician today.
lead on, pied piper, I am following.
Your words have me flashing back to my own choir practice days and how as a child I loved it.
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