When Voices Blend As One© Poem by Roann Mendriq

An old forgotten tune, I knew,
Just danced into my head;
I heard my sister's voice on cue,
Just half a beat ahead...

Childhood songs of Grandma's choice,
Come lilting back to me;
Across the seas, I hear her voice,
As clear as clear can be.

In silent harmony, I hear,
Our voices blend as one;
Every note, and she is near,
Her smile is full of fun...

How nice to sing in voices, with one's beloved sister,
Distant lands draw nearer, everytime I've missed her...
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