The Voice Poem by Jim O'Donnell

Fast asleep inside my bed
A voice is speaking in my head
I know that voice from long ago
I’m sure its someone I do know

It tells me do not worry son
All will be well when the morning comes
I open my eyes look round the room
I do not feel any doom or gloom

Then I suddenly remembered that voice
It came from when I was just a boy
Sitting in my own back yard
The voice was that of my dad

With a smile upon my face
Looked down the room and saw his face
Can this really be my dad?
Or am I going simply mad

The voice said son
It’s really me the last time we met
You were only three
Running round and climbing trees

Now you’re a full-grown man
I pop in and out when I can
I’m proud to have called you son
When we fooled around and had great fun

Iv been near you through the years
When time were hard and full of tears


17 01 2009
Derby