Sounds of My Father

You leave no self that I can see, Though sounds of you are still around me. The sound of a car on a gravel drive, Moments watching rugby live. A pint of beer being slowly poured, The radio announcing the cricket scores. My brother’s tone when he speaks a word Not your voice, but your voice heard. Your terrible music which I now love too, Just because it reminds me of you. Though the loveliest sound, I won’t hear again: Joy in Mum’s voice when you called her name. She’s wrapped in our family for you from hereafter Hearing my children carry your laughter. As a child you thought I was deaf to your will, But I was listening Dad, and I’m listening still.