The voice became voiceless
at the turn of the surgeon’s knife.
The house was filled with quietness
The canker sore of the woman’s throat
left the family filled with strife.
Fun no more; they doted upon her.
She gave too much; now must be fed.
Confined to her house
to learn to receive instead.
On the eve of winter,
the woman now dimished.
To be or not without her speech
live her life; listen to Bach.
His ear upon the heavans.
A trial life, spiritual number seven.
She gave too much, now must be fed.