I lost my voice but not on stage

I used it though to earn my wage

on the phone I could not be heard

my boss like a kindly Mumma bird

told me to get the voice checked

and of rest please select

my doctor agreed with the bird

insisting without rest was absurd

My mother was not impressed

with my doctor who extended the rest

determined to tell him what she thought

she waltzed into his room seeking to blot

any decision he had made

of men she was unafraid

I was to stand though and wonder

watching the greatest Mumma blunder

He looked at me with kind eyes

venturing with words so wise

that if I worked on the phone all day

rest was the best way

and dearest Mumma would never again

question his decision that was plain

Mumma was put in her place

yet I was the one in disgrace

Looking back Dad had just gone

to his Heavenly home

her behaviour was simply grief

I was embarrassed beyond belief

I wrote a letter of apology

never mentioned but I could see

proof that of it he had received

it is the truth but hard to believe