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JP Leddy and his mother, Joyce Martratt at his first holy communion in the island of Guam, Santa Barbara Parish
A Voice Sweeter Than Angels
By JP Leddy
No voice is sweeter not even those of angels
Then the sound of a mother to her son
Whether to soothe or to correct
It travels thru air and becomes living
In a man’s heart from birth until grave
His mother, his anchor, his life
Leading him through the pinnacles of success
And through the battles where fear grips him
Her voice, her arms, her unconditional love
Keeps him standing where he needs to be
Despite the few thank you’s that have passed his lips
The lack of phone calls and visits and cards
She remains unwavering as she did before his birth
With that love that knows no beginning and no end
As she will when that day comes when he looks up
And he goes towards the light and hears her voice
“Come home my son, I am here.”
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