Toshie Nohara

My 101 Year Old Mother Loved Whistling! - Poem by Toshie Nohara

On her wrinkled face, always
A blissful smile for us
My beloved mother would
try whistling to herself almost
everyday to brighten her
life all these years
From her pure lips, gentle
soft sounds, so unique
Her own original music
Unlike a song of any kind in
this world
Yet, it was her sweet
way of inspiring us, her
grown-up children to
live joyfully
Her whistling was a blessing
A hundred and one years she
lived happily
And we love her dearly.

Topic(s) of this poem: inspiration

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 3, 2014

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