I’d like to have a box for all the mean voices I’ve heard in my life. A box with no exit and a really big padlock. No key. And once the lid is closed, the mean voices are erased from my memory. Forever.
But the lovely happy voices, those I’d keep close to me. Like a locket I could wear on a chain around my neck. Then I could listen to them whenever I want. Giggling conversations with my best friend in grade three. Hearing my name as the winner of a junior high writing contest. Dad calling me by the nickname only he was allowed to use. My husband telling me “I love you” for the first time. The laughter of my children when they were babies. The laughter of my children as grownups.
I like that idea.
Inside the Writer 
Powerful piece, Wendy. I'd like to know where you came up with the idea for this one, or what mean voice you heard recently that inspired you to write this. The images you create with the happy voices are beautiful. How sweet each of them would be. Memories to hold on to and to cherish.
sweetness, that is what this post was to me. I think that is why I love dreaming, all those voices that are so hard to remember during the day are clear and true in my dreams.love you.