In a child's voice

Worlds created with a child’s voice in my ears,

softly innocent passion to be who she is.

Laughter abounding faith becoming,

reaching to the stars in her own mind.

Seeing the beautiful landscape playing,

where nothing matters but the time she has.

Whispering into existence her dreams speak,

hiding in pastures of colors so enlightening.

I heard her speak and all things slipped away,

making my name have meaning in a dark world.

Nothing less than the images made within her,

cookies and mommy are all that she desires.

Off to crazy she always wishes to go to,

Mommy will take her there in her eyes.

In a child’s voice new life is made,

beyond the realm where faith is no more.

As she closes her eyes to sleep she will dream,

this light in her rainbows shelters her from pain.

No flowers die where the sun never hides,

in her voice, her smile, shinning bright from her eyes.







Johnny Newell