The Music of Your Voice #WWUC @NWCreativeUnion

Whether windy or still

your voice speaks

through wind chimes

in my garden.

The primitive chimes

are the works of your hands,

tuned by the song you heard

that summer day you

joined metal and wire.

Father, I miss you.

When my heart wishes

you could return,

I step out my back door

and listen to your chimes

playing the melody of home.

©Susie Clevenger 2012

Joanne Elliot at New World Creative Union prompted us on this week's 

Wednesday Wake-Up Call to remember our ancestors.

 I was missing my father today so I chose to write about him.