When one generation dies
The following one carries
Within
The sound of their
Voices
Which reside in their hearts
Echo in their letters
And laughter is heard jotted on cards

Yet wth each new generation
Vocal vibrations of ancestors
Lessen in intensity
Over time
With fewer vestiges left to
Remind us of them

As I gaze at these family photographs
I ask myself
How can I pass on to my
Grandsons
All that know about my
Grandparents
Without the music of their
Voices