His voice, clear and happy, answers:
Hello, this is Jonathan…
Please leave a message.
I hold the phone, listening to the whisper
of electronic connection
to a voice now silent.
Hello, my heart cries. Can you hear me?
Do you know how hard it is
to hear your voice and not
to see your face, to hold you,
to have you hold me in your cuddling bear hug
with my head against your beating heart?
Listening, I will his voice to answer.
Hello, I cry, hello.
I will not say goodbye.
My heart aches for you.
ReplyDeleteA blessing to hear his voice. God bless you.
ReplyDeleteMy heart goes out to you.
ReplyDeleteI wish I could give you a big hug and take away all of your pain.
ReplyDelete(((((Hugs))))
Angela
You have put your heart on paper, all the love and longing, remembering a life too short for a man with so much to give. Love you all! Hugs. . .
ReplyDeleteYou have put your heart on paper, all the love and longing, remembering a life too short for a man with so much to give. Love you all! Hugs. . .
ReplyDeleteI just found your blog tonight. From one mother to another, my heart breaks for you. Peace to you.
ReplyDeleteTechnology. That you can dial a phone number and hear your son's voice. You probably can watch video and look at photos too -- but to hear his voice! How precious. My dear mother-in-law died too young but she answered the phone (the answering machine's message) for a number of years and I was so thankful that the message wasn't erased and that I could hear her voice.
ReplyDeleteIt's in those moments of such mundane activities (like calling and getting the answering machine) that our grief hits us the most. I'm so sorry for your loss.
ReplyDeleteJai
Keep saying hello! How wonderful it must be to hear his voice again, even with a broken heart.
ReplyDeleteWe kept my mother's answering machine plugged in for the longest time. I'd call just to hear her talk and yell HI MOM! at her. Funny, the things that keep us going through those first awful days and weeks.
Bless your heart. I don't know what else to say. I'm so sorry.
ReplyDeleteThis poem touched me to tears.
ReplyDeleteMy best friends husband died last summer-his voice is still on the machine. When I hear it-it makes me happy to hear him-but sad all at the same time.
ReplyDeleteI'm wishing peace and comfort to you.
I understand, Tipper. My mother's voice was on Dad's answering machine until he passed away 10 months later. All of us called just to hear her voice from time to time. Why is it we don't think to record them when living? Right now this is the only place I can hear Jon speak, and it's precious to me.
ReplyDeleteHugs. I just love you so very much.
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