Mother taught me to always whisper,
keep my song in my mind,
she told me,
one day I would know
when I could release my voice.
Each morning waking to the music
of the birds,
I would sit at my window
silently greeting the dawn,
inhaling the morning dew,
the scents and songs
began my day on the island.
On many sunny days
I would go out to pick berries
and flowers for breakfast,
I listened to the music
all around me,
the sound of the leaves rustling,
the shake of the dune grass.
I rested on the dunes in the warm sand,
watching as the waves rolled in,
the ships went by, slowly,
the sailors stood at the rail
watching,
for what I didn't know.
They would pass
Mother whispered to me
that I did well to keep silent.
I would smile at her, she smiled back.
She was beautiful.
Our days went by much as that one,
I grew in all different ways,
filling my Mother with pride
for her daughter.
One day I looked at my Mother
and smiled, she knew
as mothers do.
I stood on the dune and
my song took flight
on the currents,
sailing out across the water.
Heard by one,
I watched as he washed up on the shore
standing he smiled.
I smiled back quietly.
She had taught me to take care on releasing my song,
and I did.