Her Voice Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

Her Voice



I hear her clearest
At night
When the noise of life
Has retreated.

In that still
Quiet place
Of my heart
Her voice still
Steady and true.

In this life
And the next....
I suppose Mom
Is always near
To watch
Over you.

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