With Love
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“With Love,” Ensign, Sept. 1971, 15

With Love

“That’s our daughter,”

The father said, and began

To tell me about

The young woman at the harp

Who sat head high, hands

Poised, waiting the

Conductor’s nod. The father’s

Words came fast, with love.

And as he spoke

Memories flowed freely down

Sun-filled years of

Training to dignity.

We heard it all now in the

Ripple of music,

Saw it in her poise before an audience,

Felt it in the grace of her smile.