Lost Sounds
This poem came out of sleepless hours of fear and agony. Our senses are a very precious gift. God has made us so wonderfully. When we lose a sense the loss is deep and painful. (Agonizing with Darlene over her hearing loss)
April 1994
The sound of mom’s heart beat,
It gave me life;
The sound of her voice
Relieved the strife;
The noise of the grounds
While at play,
The soft voice taught
At night to pray;
Music of the keyboard
brought peace of mind,
When my walk through life
Was most unkind;
That low gentle voice
So tender and true,
Before our lips first met
“Honey, I love you!”
The promise I yearned for,
“I’ll forever be true.”
The words of commitment
As we vowed “I do.”
The sound of that cry
At the birth of my child,
Brought praises of gratitude;
God on me had smiled.
Flutes softly playing
Those wonderful trills,
Brought smiles to my face,
And to my back chills;
Voices of our children
To God singing praises;
Why He gives such blessings
Still always amazes.
Longing for noise,
The music, the sounds.
Now their all gone,
Painful silence abounds.
SILENCE, Silence, silence abounds.
