The crickets outside

The window were gone

And when I heard the sound

Of the hissing in my ears

I imagined 15 doctors

Escorting me to hell

And thought that I would

Never hear a sound again

By the window

Many nights annoyed

I scolded my children

For spilling that dinner's milk

Their tears dripped down

With no compassion from me

While still I waited for their father.

At night I dreamed

That my children would never know

My favorite piano song

Or the music that I had heard

20 years of love and laughter

The life of a musician

Went down the toilet drain

In the office the doctor said

The medicine has taken the wrong course

And you will just have to wait and see

Like I had told my son long ago

About his dad who lived so far away

On needles, I remembered how I told him

With such acceptance.

And when I tried to hear the crickets that night again

My child grabbed his ears and said

Mommy, where have your ears gone?

My children, whom I had pushed aside

were there to comfort me

And so I held my child

and tried again to say-

The doctor said to wait and that's just what we'll do

The things we love in life take time

Like my ears, to come back to us again.