voice

i remember your voice

your cry, your laughter, your indignant toddler howl

your questions, your songs, your whispered prayers

shouts of joy, yelps of triumph…the sobs of defeat

all have crossed these lips

no more

i smile when i hear you now, a comfortable, pleased moan

or an irritable low growl as you clear your throat for attention

your sighs are magical in their meanings

irritated, annoyed… relieved

or pleased, the edge of laughter… i wait for that day, craving your tumbling laugh

the occasional ‘mom’… my heart knows means distress, i know what it takes to muster that. single. word.

it’s mine

ours

yours…

i remember your voice

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