Ophelia and her mother's voice.

Written for a friend of mine with her newborn child.

 

Ophelia couldn't talk yet, but she could imagine talking.

Ophelia had listened to her mother's soft voice. 

Ophelia could imagine talking with her mother's voice.

Ophelia's mother sang sweet lullabies.

Ophelia would wave her hands directing, her mother's voice.

Ophelia could imagine singing with her mother's voice.

Ophelia loved her mother so much.

Ophelia knew her mother loved her.

Ophelia could tell by her mother's soft voice.

Ophelia would cry sometimes.

Ophelia's mother would sing, hush little Ophelia.

Ophelia loves, the sound of her mother's voice

Ophelia one day sang with her mother.

Ophelia's voice was one in the same as her mother's.

Ophelia's mother thought so too.

Ophelia imagined her mother and herself singing to the birds and squirrels and even a little mouse sitting beside them.

Ophilia knows, she has a wonderful imagination.

Ophilia's mother knows so too.

Ophilia's mother loves to sing her to sleep.

Ophelia, your name could sooth Jesus and his Angels to sleep. 

Ophelia sleep in my arms, I will be here for you, so fall asleep.

Ophelia when you awaken, I will be here.

Ophelia I will always be here for you, my Ophelia.

Ophelia I will always be here for you, I promise.

Ophelia fell asleep listening to her mother's soft voice.