Alphabet Symphony Poem by Katherine H. Belle

An awe struck child sits
Legs folded
mouth agape with wonder
Images flood in
like waves crashing on a distant shore
And she listens
And she sees
Voices sing almost angelicly
keeping rythm with the words
They belong there
Together, forever
like the voice that melt so willingly
into that sweet song, where it belongs
A voice that speaks of distant worlds
Of the shores of home
Of love, and death
It speaks our truths,
and our lies
Our fantasies
and our pleasures
And the child
with her ears pricked up
like the mightly lioness
who hears a cricket chirp
She knows
She knows the power
Of angelic voices
who sing the song
and hum the tune
of the greatest alphabetic symphonies