Music Within
After my husband’s two
strokes
I miss his voice the most,
his big booming singing
voice.
A voice I could pick out in a
crowd
or by which I could find him
in a large building.
Now, he has a soft, distorted
godfather voice.
His two guitars remain
silent,
but his music hasn’t died.
At times, I see him rocking
back and forth
bobbing his head to an
inaudible tune.
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