Fragment of a Voice

Two stories away,
on the other side
of the house, voices
muted by distance,
morphed by plaster
and wood, blankets
and pillows over
my head. I still hear
something. Not the words.
Not male or female.
Not even the pitch.
I heard the rhythm
of the two voices.
With just that little
I still know who speaks.

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2 responses to “Fragment of a Voice

  1. A mother’s ears …..

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