the kid is talking, listen up!…“Words,” my poem
a rush of words
Words
He’s talking now,
he’s telling tales,
and he repeats
as he regales
dear Gram and me
with words so strong,
and thoughts so deep,
and bits of song.
He’s hatching words
to speak his mind.
He’s gushing words,
each one’s a trace
of what he’s learned
or redefined
or made to fit
the time and place.
This rush of words,
this glib embrace,
this triumph of
our youngest lad
is quite a thrill,
a gift each day.
His words are real
but lips and tongue
are still at play—
we don’t know what
he means to say.
We’ll love it more
when it’s all straight,
we understand,
his meaning’s clear.
For now we wait,
we make our sounds,
he doesn’t stop
or hesitate.
He’s in full voice,
it fills the ear,
the sounds of love
are what we hear.
September 2, 2015
Every kid gets to this place, don’t you love it?
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