Publisher's Synopsis
Only I Hear Only I hear the air kisses and giggles I missedWhen I was too busy marking off my checklistOnly I hear the words he might have saidAs my father fought for life on his death bedOnly I hear time laughing as it slips awayAdding wrinkles and gray hair into the frayOnly I hear my sorrows as they gather aroundTheir cries and moans create the saddest soundOnly I hear the moments I threw away like trashBecause I didn't understand or was too rashOnly I hear the things I wished I could redoI would cherish the time I hurried throughI would stop and listen to my babies coos and criesI would linger over conversations, hugs and sighsI would stop and smell the flowers and fresh airI would accept my failings and loose every careSo the next time I think I'm the only one who hearsI won't be ashamed to expose my heart or show my tears
