The circle of sounds

The absence of sound ,
The noise of my exit,
The sound of my own wailing ,
A nurse cooing,
The rustle of a gentle hand guiding me to milk,
The rattle, rattling
The fuss of the newly woken , new parents,
The sound of  a spoon grating bananas to the bottom of the plate
The sound of cartoon
Of the voice of the mother waking me up for school
Of lunch box closing
Of school van horn, always impatient
The sound of the door that opened in evening
And sound of my father loosening his shoes

The alarm bell on the phone
The sound of hurried footsteps on the floor
Of the quick brushing of teeth
Of an empty glass of milk slammed down
Of door banging close
Of car alarm
And the  sound of the traffic

The sound of a new person
Luring me out of delirium
The sound of a dainty heel scraping against my shin
The sound of the sheets

The sound of the little one
The cooing of the nurse
The rustle of a gentle hand guiding my new one to milk

The sounds of the hospital
The sound of the door that opens every morning
And the sound of the scrubs that the doctor put on
In the sounds of the hospital where father breathed last

The sounds of the morning
Are going to come full circle
If played on a track  they would make the most poignant music

But these sounds of the morning
Fail to distract me  
From the thoughts  of the future,
The sounds of them wailing,
The noise of my exit,
The absence of sound.