My Father's Voice

My dad, Tom, had one of those special voices that resonated. He could boom and he could croon or make like a goon. His voice had gravitas until the end. Happy Father's Day.

As a child his voice carried secrets to the sea

As a youth his voice could get carried away

As a young man his voice carried a heavier load

As a husband his voice carried her off

As an actor his voice simply carried

As a teacher his voice carried weight

As my father his voice carried both sorrow and joy

As an old man his voice carried a more burdensome load

Now he’s gone, may his voice carry on.

Me and my dad circa 1970.