Rhythms Dropping Like Abc's From A Child's Innocence Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Rhythms dropping like abc's from a child's innocence and pure insight that never dies, only living in positive and sacred measures as they pick up speed.

Much like a child who's heart wants to become in designs and patterns of music, listening to her little voice and watching as she gains balance.

Holding music in her mind, heart and soul, holding the love of her father kneeling by her side while her voice rings out loud and clear, creating values for everyone here.