Striking Chords

Our family seems to me
Like a violin that makes
Such beautiful sound
When held and loved
And played by years
Of hardwork
Each child is a separate string
The wooden frame the parents
As musicians cherish their
Valuable violins, we cherish
Our children
We can fine tune violins
Children often bring discord
With years of practice
On the part of all we can make
Harmony and love evolve
We can fill the house, the world
With the sounds of our music.

written by Pauline 2002
copyright August, 2006