My Little Girl Spoke…
My little girl (she is quite erudite) spoke
Demons are dancing in the dark
I said
Demons are my doctors
My little girl spoke
Clouds are dancing a dance of dirge
I said
Clouds are my doctors
My little girl spoke
Shadows are shifting on the shore
I said
Shadows are my doctors
My little girl spoke
A bird sang me a story
I said
Birds are my doctors
My little girl spoke
I had a dream that was quite dark
I said
Dreams are my doctors
My little girl spoke
My friends and I have love for you
I said
Friends are my doctors
And YOU are the head physician
Little daughter loved
© Regis Auffray
ann marquette
I don't have a daughter. But one day when I just arrived at a friend who wanted to marry me's house for a visit, her daughter came up to me with paper and pencil and just out of the blue said, "Draw me a bird."
Her mother, shushed her and said, "Don't bother him, Arielle"
I sat down at the table and drew the best bird I ever drew in my life before or since.
Arielle was delighted with my drawing.
Ron
Rebecca