Voices

younger girls’ voices
 marred by oldest’s attitude
 they just want to sing
 
 i just want to hear
 all their tiny voices sing
 like when they were tots
 
 concert on the green
 plagued by rain, adolescence,
 unforgiving looks
 
 at home, peace returns
 Daddy’s voice sings poetry
 as he says goodnight
 
 the oldest studies
 in her hole of happiness
 escapes into books
 
 my voice escapes me
 don’t know how to talk to her
 no voice of reason
 
 will she hear my voice
 when in my dreams, she listens?
 gives voice to my joy?
 
 we all have choices
 to hear the ‘tude or the song
 listen… sweet voices!
 
 

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