On her wrinkled face, always <br />A blissful smile for us <br />My beloved mother would <br />try whistling to herself almost <br />everyday to brighten her <br />life all these years <br />From her pure lips, gentle <br />soft sounds, so unique <br />Her own original music <br />Unlike a song of any kind in <br />this world <br />Yet, it was her sweet <br />way of inspiring us, her <br />grown-up children to <br />live joyfully <br />Her whistling was a blessing <br />A hundred and one years she <br />lived happily <br />And we love her dearly.<br /><br />Toshie Nohara<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-101-year-old-mother-loved-whistling/
