You might call me crazy for listening to these whispers. I just can’t help but hear them all the time. Mama’s voice drifts like a soft summer breeze “Mind your manners say thank you and please.” Daddy’s words carry friday night game “Stand tall stay strong don’t tarnish name.” Grandma hums hymns as she stirs pot making sure supper’s hot “Count blessings Lord’s watching you.” Grandpa’s laugh rumbles storm “You’ll find way through Corn.” When days grow long nights turn still their voices linger inside my head. Their light up dark inside. And I’m lost so far come back. close eyes listen what they say. Each word each lesson line from prayer. Leads road I'm on. God everyday that