TITLE: Can You Hear Me? By Patti Brown 03/08/12 |
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I remember the day
I found out what was wrong.
My perfect child, the one who survived,
had an imperfection I could no longer deny.
I cried for my daughter and for myself.
I shook my head from the guilt.
I walked away from my pain.
I remember when she understood
that her silent world was silent to her alone.
She heard no whispers; she heard no shouts.
That day, I realized I could try to talk with her,
but for the first time, I wondered,
would she ever be able to hear me?
I remember the day when
my mother learned what was wrong with me.
I could not hear my mother cry,
but I did see the pain in her eye.
She looked at me, shook her head, and walked away.
I remember when I discovered I was different.
I heard no weeping; I heard no laughing.
The silence that day was louder than I could bear.
That day, I realized I could not hear you,
but for the first time, I wondered,
could you hear me?
I remember the day I created mother and child.
So beautiful and so perfect.
I gave you to each other, but only for a time.
I did not walk away, but held you in my loving arms.
I speak with a voice that can be heard, but only by the heart.
So listen mother, listen child,
I have heard you,
but I wonder,
can you hear me?
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