Whatever Will Be Will Be

“Whatever Will Be Will Be” Picture a little girl, brown eyes and brown hair Small in frame and height; skipping along Wearing a soft blue, light cotton dress; no shoes on The school year has just ended; she finished grade three With the weight of school lifted, she is relieved. The soft breeze playfully tagged along beside her Her smile, almost a laugh Filled with the first intoxicating taste of spring, feeling giddy and free This girl was me. I was headed to my favorite spot, hidden in the open At least for a little while, not found Pebbles in a pile; “Way up high” I sang out loud, out of tune The song, “Over the Rainbow” Over and over again, hoping to get it right So perfectly performed by Dorothy in the movie Beautiful, as she sang; I thought, “Maybe I can sing someday.” I was once in the school choir All who tried out sang on stage; never-the-less, The gift of expression was received by the audience The years went by; I acknowledged my voice as it is I no longer wished to hold onto a lofty dream My underlying desire was to matter in some way A return to school; I was in my thirties My degree--- School Psychology. “Should I paint pictures, Should I sing songs?” “Que Sera, Sera.” 8/11/15