My mother's voice.
'Reflection' Artist Rosa Carrafa My mother's voice (Extract from 'Life is what happened' Rosa Carrafa Author Artist Spiritualist) I know I can hear her. She is the gentle wind that brushes through my hair while sharing a tune that is filled with sweet soprano rhythm. The music is of a sound that whispers her voice and caresses each note like a fragile white petal does the bud. I close my eyes as my hair waves in directions that frees my soul. As it covers my face as I look down, covered in tears from the voice of the wind that is all familiar to me. The tears move like streams and ripples that home natures creatures. Just like I was once home in her arms as she spoke sweet words of music as I closed my eyes at night. Just as the moon rose, I slept to the rhythm of her voice. Just as the sun rose, I woke to the rhythm of her voice. Do you hear her? https://www.facebook.com/RosaCarrafaAuthorArtist/