Painful Whispers; 'I Try To Smile Again'

*One daughter in Boston and the other in Victoria, the old tree grows in California and face all the seasons and we all scattered in the life-drama? When's the Playwright bring us to one stage and finish this tiresome Rehearsal? We hear a whisper with the wind That blows from Australian pasture; 'My poor Mom & Dad Please do not cry As I try to smile again.' Yes, we muttered to ourselves 'It's a hard task in the burning life But we are certain our darling daughter That you have the capability and faith in leapfrogging! * To Alison & Jerry in gratitude, I am worried of your little lull!