The loveliest voice I'll never tire of hearing is her own
The kindest voice that has ever talked to me is hers
I so delight in hearing my name when she calls me
But I could never imagine her voice would hurt me that much
Never could I think of burning out hunger hearing her
And I was right, her voice doesn't hurt, no it doesn't
That night, laid besides her, I heard her sighs, her deep sighs
I heard them quietly, as if it was the last time
She talked about her pains, told her sorrows
Like a woman in labor, I saw her struggling
Each word was another burden
Hard to pronounce, and never soon to come
''Take your time mum'', could I say, but no I didn't, I just couldn't
Yet mum kept talking, she had to
For so long she's kept quiet
Years have passed, none to listen
I was there, could not talk, could not cry
Drinking of her words, burning deep inside
Was there anything I could do?
''Listening is enough'', would she have told me
So I listened, listened and I heard
Not her words, I herard her sighs...
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Brought back memories of my own mother. She passed away at a young age. Please read my poem 'Memories of Mother'. Thanks.