Healing Voice
Posted: Sat Apr 29, 2006 7:00 am
Healing VoiceJoe heard his dad sit in that wobbly chairas always he talked like Joe wasn't therebut something was diff'rent that nightthough Joe had threatened to leave all alonghis dad feared by dawn he might really be goneand he wanted his words to be righthe tasted tears as he swallowed his prideand searched for what to say deep insidecos there's no stronger wills than fathers and sonsthe father forgets he was young onceand wanting to make his own choicewounds they open are raw and wideso in the end it's not who's rightbut who has the healing voicehis father's first words were nervous n weakwondering if it was even worth it to speakcos Joe had never listened to him beforehe said, "son I'm sorry I tied you to that farmI just heard scratchin when you played your guitarcos I've worked like a dog keepin the wolf from the doorI called you lazy but lemme tell you the truthyou hear the dreams I ignored in my youthbut there's no stronger wills than fathers and sonsthe father forgets he was young onceand wanting to make his own choicewounds they open are raw and wideso in the end it's not who's rightbut who has the healing voicewell, that car wreck had left Joe badly hurtdoctors said he was dyin and couldn't hear a wordwell, maybe Joe's mind couldn't hear itbut his dad must've reached his spiritcos when Joe woke up his father rejoicedand Joe owed his life to a healing voice(c)2006 Robert George