SAVING SOUNDS
by Marie Elena
They’ve not been gone long.
Just a few month’s time.
Sometimes I hear her laugh.
His voice, singing,
“I don’t buy sugar —
Just touch my cup.”
Her coffeemaker’s sizzle.
His, “Go Bucks.”
Her, “I love you. —
You know that.”
His drums.
Her sigh.
I clutch these sounds —
Secure them to my heart,
And listen to its beat.
© Marie Elena Good, 2018
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His drums, her sighs. I can hear these sounds so clearly. Beautiful poem, Marie.
Thank you, Sarah. ❤
Such beautiful sounds!
Thank you, sweet friend.