I Will Miss (For W. S. Merwin) Poem by r james sterzinger

I will miss the voices
of the wind in trees
on sunshine summer days

I will miss the voices
of the birds, morning sparrows,
the crows: their feathers, dark as storms

I will miss the voices
of the children at play
hanging upside down on summer slides

I will miss the voices
of all the hungry ghosts
of all my cats, that I have in memories

I will miss the voices
of new babies crying
that interrupts alleluias and church sermons

I already miss your voice
though you are here and we talk
I care for it that deeply.