Her Voice Poem by Randy McClave

When I was a young boy
I played with matches as if with a toy,
Then one day I accidentally set myself on fire
And then my life and future became dire.
While I was in the hospital recovering
Around me and above me death was constantly hovering,
I was very lucky to be there and still alive
Then I heard a voice whisper, "You will survive".
Throughout my life I heard that same voice
As if I ever had a choice,
Through my life when I needed advice and help with critical decisions
The voice helped create my future visions.
Sometimes the voice would tell me to move forward or to get up
And I always did after a coffee cup,
And then whenever I would hear that voice speak
It was always caring and thoughtful, but never weak.
And many times when I was alone and with a tear
I could then hear the voice compassionately say, "I am here",
And that voice always gave me the strength
To always help me go the full length.
The many accomplishments that I made in my life
Was from me hearing the voice and it's simple advice,
It had led me to my world of achievements
And never any later pain or bereavements.
When others wouldn't or couldn't push me on
That voice would always push me like a king and not a pawn,
And above me that voice now does hover
The voice, was that of my mother.

Randy L. McClave