Her Voice

When I was a young boy I played with matches as if with a toy, Then one day I accidentally set myself on fire And then my life and future became dire. While I was in the hospital recovering Around me and above me death was constantly hovering, I was very lucky to be there and still alive Then I heard a voice whisper, "You will survive". Throughout my life I heard that same voice As if I ever had a choice, Through my life when I needed advice and help with critical decisions The voice helped create my future visions. Sometimes the voice would tell me to move forward or to get up And I always did after a coffee cup, And then whenever I would hear that voice speak It was always caring and thoughtful, but never weak. And many times when I was alone and with a tear I could then hear the voice compassionately say, "I am here", And that voice always gave me the strength To always help me go the full length. The many accomplishments that I made in my life Was from me hearing the voice and it's simple advice, It had led me to my world of achievements And never any later pain or bereavements. When others wouldn't or couldn't push me on That voice would always push me like a king and not a pawn, And above me that voice now does hover The voice, was that of my mother. Randy L. McClave