SEEKING THE LOST VOICE:

I seek, I hunt & I search for that lost & errant voice,

So many places to look, the past has given me choice,

And yet so difficult to find, that voice I call my own,

Bestowed before my birth & one I made mine alone.

Learnt words from babe & the uttered childish sounds,

The tone & pitch I made mine, all told & finally found,

But now I am old & grey & on the old road back home,

I seek my silent old voice, the one I can now call my own.

I search my childhood days, of the gay whoops & joyful glee,

The maidenhood sighs of virginity, finally allowed to be free,

And the words of love whispered in waiting impatient ears?

 Voices all drifted away, on those fast & escaping-gone years.

Where is that joyous cooing, to those babes upon my breast?

And words whispered in church, asking God only to be blessed,

Those words of, “I love you” & the “I do” vowed forever more,

Even those sorry acrid ones, walking out of hard slamming doors.

I search for them all, the soft, hard, good & even the very bad,

But I cannot find my lost old voice & that makes me feel so sad,

Leaving only echoes voiced in silence, in the corridors of my past,

Blown gently on the passing breezes, disappearing away so fast.