That powerful feeling you feel when a baby says early words
The laughter that fills the air, when they say something absurd
The excitement that bubbles inside, the first time they call your name
A surge of love arises you will never again be the same.
As the voice matures, the cuteness becomes a moan.
Oh please shut up in irritation adults will groan
The excitement subsides when the whining child cries out your name
the tone of their screams simply drives you insane
but what if like me in an instance that voice was gone
what aching melody would be in your hearts song
that voice of love, never to be heard again
your son, daughter, husband, wife or best friend
to never hear them again to call your name
with a broken heart and bitter tears could you again be the same.
don’t take for granted the voice of love, I hope you listen up
for today I rise to go to grave to sing happy birthday and cry as I look up.
For we become complacent allowing anger to create a divide
We tarry in apologising not wanting to resolve it first because of our ego and pride
But how would you feel if that gap was permanent and love was lost in silence
Would it have been worth losing all this time for, would your heart wish to express what it truly meant.
Today is my lost voices birthday, I wish for nothing but to hear that voice again.
If your lost voice is still living, make that call, do that visit before having such a choice really ends
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