my father's voice

“Hear, my son, your father's instruction And do not forsake
our mother's teaching.”  Prov. 1:8 (NASB)  
 
and i heard it first  
in the mating call  
when mama was  
slender and tall  
for the silence spoke  
when he kissed her lips  
underneath the  
golden eclipse  
 
and i heard it last  
when his feeble bed  
sang a silent  
hymn for the dead  
though his lips waxed cold  
as his heart stood still  
‘twas a voice that  
death could not kill  
 
and i hear it still  
when his face alights  
in the calm of  
dark, lonesome nights  
for the words he speaks  
and the hope thereof  
are the tale of  
God’s Endless Love  
 
© Copyright 2019 April 25  
by Clyve A. Bowen♫