MY VOICE

Some women's voice is sweet and low,
Like honey from the comb,
But I've got the type of voice, my friend,
That makes the cows come home.

You've heard of lilting laughter,
A voice to make men swoon,
But when I want attention,
I'm a female sonic boom.

I envy those with voices sweet,
But you can bet a dollar,
My kids will come a-running,
When I let out a holler.

I've been hushed, most of my life,
And people turn away,
I think the volume shakes them up,
And they're afraid to stay.

But I don't scare the little kids,
Because I think it's true,
That they just think I'm one more kid,
That gets too noisy too.

I've asked the Lord to make me quiet,
And really that's no lie,
He reminded me to be content,
So I'll not "reason why"

If I'm too loud for you my friend,
I'm sorry, that is true,
But God gives each a different voce,
Thank God, what He gave you.

                           AUTHOR: Margaret Shankland