Ella's Latest Poem

Ella asked me to record this for her Thursday afternoon. Another of her spontaneous poems . . . really, where does she come up with this stuff?

"A Child is Whispering"

All the kids are fast asleep when the moon shines over you and me.

It's night when a child is frightened

when the wind blows softly

A child whispers where no one can see

but a child whispers.

You don't understand it

and I don't understand it

But a child whispers in the night.