My "little girl" is now 12. Everyone laughed when I told them she came home from the hospital as a baby talking and making noise. The chatter hasn't stopped! I wrote this at some point during her elementary school years during a particularly noisy day in Greensboro. It's a tribute to one with power and voice who makes sure you are aware of her presence.
Talks too loud, laughs too loud
Sings the sun up in the morning
Sings the moon up at night
Challenges the birds for dominion
Fills the air with thunder
Ear splitting, deafening, window rattling
A force to be reckoned with
The power of one voice.