Mature voices on the telephone,
I've been talking to them today.
Of course, someone's gone,
or they wouldn't have called at all.
Mature voices, they've been around a while.
Spoken with authority and piercing eyes.
They don't boom as they once did,
but their softness amplifies.
Fleeting voices matched to pictures in my mind,
remembered apron scents and special wine, and
thanksgiving feasts from so long ago now, just
mature voices on the telephone.
And I'm sure that I am now someone's,
memory that they possess, and
carry through their lives, and some day,
the mature voice will be mine