Remember the days when my lap would be your minds’ escape?
You would lay down while I read to you
Playing with your shaggy hair
Listening to my voice
“The Voice of Adventure”, you would call it
The voice that took you away
On pirate ships, on fire trucks,
On flying carpets, on giant birds.
The voice that introduced you to the people of the world
The noble heroes,
The damsels in distress,
The loyal best friends,
The unexpected villains.
Remember when your head would shift,
Turning to me with those eyes that widened with each word of suspense?
You were so little then.
I wonder if you remember.
I wonder if “The Voice of Adventure”
Had ever turned into one of reason and influence.
And then you turn to me with a glass of champagne in one hand,
With your new bride grasping your other hand,
Your eyes fixated on me with that childish sparkle,
“To my sister, The Voice of Love.”