Felicity
I named her Felicity.
Don't know why
All babies look the same to me.
Yet she grew up into a lively girl,
so well accomplished.
She learned the piano all by herself.
How I delighted to hear her lento
and arpeggios. Heavenly music.
Then she took to singing her own tunes.
Oh, what a delight to my ageing soul.
Such melodies, such delicacies.
The neighbours flocked to hear her sing.
Then I decided to enter her into a contest:
The famous " America’s Got Talent".
You could not fail to admire her beautiful face,
Her slim figure, the elegant dress I bought her.
Her singing brought her great ovations.
She came second. I could not help but cry.
Copyright © Buhagiar Victor | Year Posted 2023
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