Dad's Musical Voice Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Whistling through my mind, tunes of old navy songs
run through my head, like Dad used to sing.
Melodies gentle and touching, reaching an inner mind,
remembering nights spent listening to Dad singing us
to sleep.
Validating my existence by the caring I heard beneath
the words he sang, I grew to an appreciation of music
beyond what anyone could ever imagine.
While listening to music, poems create themselves in
my grasping mind of peace.