I am the little mermaid. Not because I love the water but because the Sea Witch (called birth) stole away my voice. I remember singing. I sang like a flower opening to the sunshine. I sang and sang and now I long to sing once more. My lungs are small and throat weak. I often pretend I still have my mermaid voice. Nobody knows I do this. I sing and sing when no one hears. I love to sing on the stairs in the rose room. It reverberates in there like an enchanted sea cave! The roses applaud me with standing ovations. "More! More!" they cry and I sing again until reality disappoints me and I come down the stairs and be myself again - until next time.
Next Time Again I sing myself inside out! My soul sings from it's depths. I sing duets with birds and trees and flowers. They love my sound and I love theirs. People don't hear my sound. They size me up as not a singer so I don't sing for people. I'm so happy God gave us flowers and sunshine to sing to.
