Her Granny's Schizophrenia Cure Poem by Norman Jin Shyr Wang

She's topped the school grades in all the land
and sang the prettiest song to every one's delight.
One day she started to hear from the strangest friends
and now tirelessly paced her house day and night.
Her folks kept their steps to follow her all along
with no cure for the winds to stop their blows out loud.
They cried and prayed for many day-breaks long
but their little girl still talked to the souls.

Love by one was love by all, and it's never boring.
Her granny, aunts and kins flew in from every where
and granny formed a family choir for her to sing in
She sang her inner voices by the music codes
and the choir of clan made her fame exploded.
She sang in joy with her family, all nodded
that the granny had the best antidote.