A lovely life ...

“There’s nothing cute about it,” he said. The register of his voice indicated decision more so than discussion.

She disagreed heartily and privately, staring past his head and out the window behind him.

Ever since Maria's loss her son had not been his normal self. He was alive but not whole.

"Life is too lovely to be wasted away", she said at length in mere whispers.

In response to Trifextra - Week Nine

Loud

Loud

Go.

Loud and aloud,

Came the voice from deep down.

Go for it, this is your chance

To rhyme and reason and dance

I listened to it like every time I did

Not looking back to check

Any malice if it hid

Yes, I had heard the voice

The very loud and clear instinct

Like Some guardian guiding me

Some God giving me hint

The voice had been firm

And so had been the sound

I wonder who spoke

I wonder which friend I found

And then I realized

It was my own voice

Telling me not to give up

To make a right choice

The voice was loud and clear

Not frail and weak

Wherefrom had it received

The strength it always did seek

Gracious eternally, I listened to the sound

And everytime I did so,

Happiness is all I found.

Stop.

Submitting this entry for Five Minute Friday.