Little Voices Poem by Elizabeth Middleton

The soft voices of adults' whispers tickle my neck as I listen and learn my first words.
Now, younger siblings tug and pull as they gain attention with their own voices.
Friends are great through school years, but mother says their voices are too loud.
Going to weekend get-togethers with the same family with the same annoying voices.
Getting caught breaking the rules, you'll catch the forceful voices of those in the authorities.
Sweet and tender, one always longs to hear the voice of one's lover.
Soon enough, little voices of your flesh and blood bless your ears.
Finally, you are old enough to appreciate the voices of the sages helping you along.
After a while, all of the voices loose sound and are silent from your own age,
But visions of beauty a generation away, bless you with the little voices of their own by using them.