He’s here again she whispered
As he walked in through the door
I know where he is going
In fact I’m pretty sure
It’s to gaze upon that picture
From oh so long ago
And marvel at it’s detail
As only an artist knows
He’ll take a seat right by it
But will not speak a word
As he views each little brush stroke
From a mind that’s seldom heard
For the world that lies before him
Is a scene that’s filled with life
Created by an artist
Whose vision was precise
For it captures every moment
Within times changing light
Stuttering Child
He sat so very quiet
just like he wasn’t there
He didn’t even whisper
as if he couldn’t care
His vocal chords were silent
no vibration from them came
He didn’t even whisper
Or tell no one his name
What was it he was hiding
Why did he live in fear
He only had a stammer
now let me make that clear
But his nerves had cost him dearly
as they made him stop and start
and though his mind was active
he just had not the heart
For to talk it was a challenge
A test beyond compare
and life in all it’s glory
to him seem so unfair
Then from out of nowhere
he began to sing
with a voice so soft and gentle
it rose like it had wings
and all that stood around him
simply gave a smile
and listened to the music
of a little stuttering child.
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