Smiling, laughing, trusting.
we came in as beats,
now forming a heavy melody.
Pat pat pat
as we play our own tune
rhythms reflecting our blueprints
each beat so unique from the rest
aligned on the staff
a portrayal of harmonic diversity
beauty found in the dances response
non-stopping rhythm reflected throughout
the children's laughter and innocence
20 days the Hands were gently placed
cautiously over the stretched hide
recreating stories through sound
no beat is its own
we are all one
This is the beat of our drum.
Beautiful...I miss your poetry!
Love * miss you bunches!! mom