Voices are a little joy that runs to you each day
Saying, Mommy, I love you” in the sweetest way.
Voices are a friend afar saying I wish I could be there.
And even on the telephone, you know they really care.
Voices are a mother calling, giving you her best,
To take a little medicine and give yourself a rest.
Voices are a father shouting for his child who made him proud,
So much he can’t control himself. He has to tell the crowd.
Voices are a lover’s whisper. to say how much he adores
The only one he’ll ever love and never want for more.
Voices are a special love, of a soothing characteristic.
Voices are of many souls. As for yours, I really miss it.

10-2-1990
Written by Gail Brookshire
(published in Expressions Feb.14, 1994 Issue, page 2)
(by the grace of God)
My son’s loving little voice started this poem,
and my thinking on other loving voices.