Cassette Tape

My brother found an old cassette Recorded several weeks Before our father died and yes, My dad both laughs and speaks. There was no voicemail then and so My mother did record A little message; thereby Both their voices have been stored. My mom talks first, with updates On my father’s health; I’d bet They had no clue how dire The situation soon would get. A visit to the doctor next; My dad was short of breath. In three weeks’ time, we’d get the call To tell us of his death. Despite today’s technology And knowledge we’ve amassed, What’s magical to me is hearing Voices from the past.