“… voices…”

 

Voices 

You know the days!

You see mouth moving, but you fail to hear a sound

Our heart so burdened by the loss

You hear the passing voice, drowning out all others, longing to hear it again

So you walk and talk with a younger cousin

Tossing the ball - an Arch so wide from heart to heart

Lessening the pain we talk of the present joys

Archie stumbles on the rocks and gets up again, stunned, but trying to keep going

Like life keeps pushing you, pushing you to the present

To life as it is, and you hear voices again

Loving, caring, voices and the ball drops at your feet

She picks up the ball and tosses it 

Her arm, a bird tattoo - so fitting

Considering the sparrows, the cardinals 

Calling out - “freedom, hope, spirit, transition, and new opportunities.

Messengers of renewal, transition, and eternity”

My grandson and Archie and birds in the air 

Unaware of this burden they lifted and the sweet sound to her ears.

Voices , Glimpse poetry by Joe Holuta 

About this poem- Voices is a poem written on the day of a funeral luncheon. My niece was talking with my grandson playing with her dog Archie. Adult voices seemed without sound to our ears, but talking with a young cousin about the present and bright eyes about life currently was refreshing and joy to the soul. When I saw the picture taking by Cynthia, I knew it said more than words could say.

The cycle of life and how life doesn’t wait it keeps moving. And Archie had renewed vigor to fetch the ball again and again. At some point, you can hear voices again as your pain lessens so little as you enjoy present life as it is- Joe Holuta