the younger

byannaswirls©

I tell you

Every river has a song

and we listen for the notes
of each waterfall that tumbles
down the mountain
all the way to Gunpowder river.

You lean in closer
then wide eyed in discovery, you cry

I hear it! I hear it!
The river is singing Willow's song!
Can you hear it Mommy?



I once I sang to you this unwritten music
and today, you gave it back to the river.

How is it, my baby, you can already hear my voice
in the harmony of the waters?

It is Mother's day at Gunpowder Falls.
You know where to find me when I am gone.
I want for nothing more.

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