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Sweet Music

                                  He sits
                          Softly Humming 
                 And seems to have no cares,
               Playing peacefully with his toys
                               For hours.

                                He sings
         Words that seem to stem from his heart.
                 Words that have no meaning,
                         Yet sweet they be;
                                  To me.


Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
2011

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  1. Date: 10/25/2014 2:55:00 PM

    ahhh, this is so sweet. So you are a young mother??
  1. Date: 10/24/2014 10:18:00 PM

    This is so touching and so adorable.
  1. Date: 10/24/2014 6:51:00 PM

    Brenda, I really love your Mirror Cinquain poem. It captures the innocence and peace of a happy little one - reminds me of the days when my grand-babies were small...miss those days. The youngest of five is 15 now...Sandra
  1. Date: 10/24/2014 6:37:00 PM

    I can picture him sat there Brenda a lovely write hugs
  1. Date: 10/24/2014 1:33:00 PM

    Ahh!! Cute one..Enjoyed reading it today..Thanks for stopping by..Sara
  1. Date: 10/24/2014 12:15:00 PM

    Hi Brenda! Very nice penned in this pretty form. enjoyed the sweet musical read. :) have a lovely and safe weekend my dear friend! Take care ! xxxooxxx D.
  1. Date: 10/24/2014 10:49:00 AM

    aw, I really love this Brenda! It's so true, those little things mean so much to us... you've captured these precious moments so well.
  1. Date: 10/24/2014 10:14:00 AM

    wow Brenda what a clever form - I LOVE it:-) hugs Jan xxx
  1. Date: 10/24/2014 9:16:00 AM

    I read your words and I see my boys growing up fascinated with what they are doing and thinking when they were in play and thinking how much I loved them so. I still think of them at the age that they are and gone with their own families. Truly enjoyed Brenda :) eve

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