A Mother's Tongue
Like a mother's love, a mother's words are power, strength and hope."We won't let them call it a break down this time," She says, Wiping imagined stray hairs from my brow. I want to laugh. I want to cry. I want to scream. Medication is bliss. I wonder their names. I cannot control my lips, Let alone form words. So, mother you have won. What am I without my words? My life's time consists of responses, Under breath and at the top of my lungs, To you. I fight for the “I” of eac...
