She Sings
She sings softly, her songs of love
She sings loudly, songs of joy
She sings lullabies to sleepy eyes
Being rubbed by her little boy
She sings from the heart about her mother
Who died when she was young
She sings perfectly in harmony
With the guitar her mom once strung
She sings alone in the shower
She sings lead in a local band
She sings to a few in the front church pew
And in crowded bars where they have to stand
She sings every chance that she gets
She sings like others wish they could
But, most of all, as long as I recall
What she does is sing really good
Now, she ends her set with this song
The anthem that I wrote for her
And to my surprise, with teary eyes
She ends with a sweetly sung whisper …
Thank you, Daddy
Copyright © Joe Flach | Year Posted 2014
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