It seems to me so very strange,
how in our lives Voices change.
A boy so cute, who passes by.
He hasn't time, but still says "Hi".
With time his words mean even more,
a family life he has in store.
He promises I'll be "his own",
he says, I'll never "be alone".
Soon small Voices fill the room,
two young boys, my loving groom.
Family portraits, and picket fence.
A happy homelife, so make sense.
"Mommy help, I lost my shoe,
Mommy help, what do I do?."
An easy fix, as Mothers' know.
A decade past, young boys do grow.
How angry do their words seem now,
we try to talk, but don't know how.
Hurtful words that cut through stone.
"I hate you Mom, leave me alone."
Phases past, their words now kind.
Both boys gone leaving Mommy behind.
Happy family men they turn out to be.
Content I am, but fear they'll forget me.
My husband my saving grace,
keeps me from a darker place,
keeps me in the now and here-
his Voice to me is oh so Dear.
Sleepy now, he seems to be.
Doctors say he's leaving me,
say we shouldn't even try,
then tell me to say Goodbye.
I stayed with him until the end.
He whispered, "Babe, you're my best friend,"
took his last breath after that,
next to him, I numbly sat.
I listened hard but couldn't hear
that normal tone that made life clear,
The one that promised, I would be "his own,"
That one that said, you'll never "be alone".
We then laid him down to rest.
All appearing in their best,
Voices then began to change-
friends and family sounded strange.
My loss they tried to console.
But loss can shatter a lovers soul.
Appearances they'd make, then all would go.
Shallow regrets appear for show.
Now no Voices do I ever hear.
My husband gone, no loved ones near.
I am left here, all alone.
Did I hear Voices -or was that my own?