Voice

Voice

I can still hear his voice
true and strong and calm
always steady and right on
rarely quivered
few tears
just a steady direction
for so so many years

I can be his sentences
relieving his whispered gasp
I can be his orders
his appointments
his questions
his rest

My voice often cracking
shaking
strained with worry
weary with what if

His voice still my direction
my calm
my next
mine merely louder
never stronger
rarely calmer
or without fear