The life force that propelled
her way into our world
took my breath away.
Immediately we began a dance,
connecting and disconnecting.
From the first moment
she could use her vocal chords,
her song was strong.
At five she chose the violin;
at twelve she chose voice;
at fifteen she followed her passion
all the way to Michigan.
I should have expected her early launch,
her rush into the world to mark her place
before I could stamp her
with my “inspected by mother” sticker.
Sarah Ward 