The passing years erase the sound Of voices, loved, we knew so well. Impressions of them hover ‘round, Like breezes through a wind-chime’s bells, Reminding us that they’re close by, But, as to accent, tenor, tone, Their character is blurred by Time, Voice modulation habits gone. Yet, what remains is so much more Important than tonality; Their spirit is an open door Through which we still find clarity In patient wisdom that they shared When times required special care.
Thank you for these timely words. A guiding light when days are dim. Reminding me that what I found Is safely held inside my heart.
You’re welcome, Howard. And thank you for your appreciation and support of my work.