One time I lost my voice from a bad head cold, and
I could hardly talk at all for two days.
My children found it a refreshing change.
That was several years ago,
before we worried about symptoms being more vicious
than just head colds.
When I got better, I liked using my voice again,
but my children said,
“Remember when you were sick?
It was so nice.
You didn’t tell us to do any chores and you didn’t scold us.
You’d look at us and just—smile.”
All the words went into the book, first,
and after that they didn’t work for me for many weeks,
for about five different reasons.
And after that, I had to learn to talk again,
The Lord gave and the Lord took away,
bless his name.
And here I am.