Colourful and Breezy


On the day of departure of the kids and their mother, Jeneva started singing this song to me. She had learnt it in choir.

I was amazed. Her diction was flawless, she had no chopped-off notes which kids are inclined to do, the expression of what she was singing shone through, and her pitch was perfect. She did the entire song from beginning to end – all verses – without any hesitation or mistake and I was struck by the sheer beauty of it

When she reached the end, she looked at me and said in some glee, ‘I made Les cry!’

So she did.

© December 2019 Colonialist

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Active septic geranium who plays with words writing fantasy novels and professionally editing, with notes writing classical music, and with riding a mountain bike, horses and dinghies. Recently Indie Publishing has been added to this list.
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7 Responses to Colourful and Breezy

  1. SueW says:

    There are times when we really feel the music, how it moves us when sung so beautifully by one of our own and in your case a child so young.

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  2. equinoxio21 says:

    (learning the art of being a grandparent, I now realize how much those dear little devils have us in their power. Compliments.)

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  3. Colline says:

    She sounds talented

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