Voices

I have always loved the sound of silence

In old age even more

My house is drenched in quietness

Stillness at my door

I inhabit this rare frequency

The voice of God is there

It whispers in a gentle breeze

Take care it says

Take care

 

And then my grandsons come to call

To play upon my floor

To drag me up the stairs with them

Hide and Seek the score

Their lively voices fill the air

They argue and they play

And then are gone another week

To grow and learn each day

 

My house returns to silence then

I talk to those now gone

To Margaret and my parents

Whose love I now intone

This house is full of memories

Of echoes from the past

I write them down to share them

With a future cast

 

Brian Fahy

25 September 2022