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Whistling bells through the wind bring me ease, 
like melodies that bestow perfect tunes in harmony.
Through the breeze it’s music to my longing ears,
an aria of beauty that has become a rare composition. 
I hear the rhythm that no one else can seem to hear
when I calmly sit on my porch and listen to the sonance. 

Grandma birthed six children yet was gifted in ways
I wish I could learn, but I know I could never compare.
She raised her family but in the latter days of her life
she created a pulchritude of music that twists and turns. 
So meticulous blowing glass and creating perfection
in each chime she assembled with threads of love.

Now everyone in our family has one on their porch
to remember grandma and the symphony she gives.
I have it hanging all year long like a nostalgic memory
knowing that my grandma lives in my heart forever.  
Especially during the warmer seasons I feel her near, 
sitting on my porch listening to her gentle chiming voice. 



Wind Chimes Contest
Edward Ibeh
August 28, 2018

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