Friday, December 31, 2021

#25 of 30 Poems by Christine Tracy


The Music

I hear the music.

It comes in the night in a remembered tune.

It comes in the morning on my husband's greeting.

It comes near a stream as the water flows over stones.

It comes on a beach as the waves encompass my toes.

It comes softly as it flows from the loving eyes of my pup.

It comes through birdsong and squirrel chatter;

Through child laughter and friend texts.

It comes in a vision of my granddaughter, standing in an endless sunrise.

Cheery, peaceful, sad, alive...it comes with each day's moments.

It comes when I remember to have ears to hear.

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