A parent, relearning the languages of the child, an interaction of mother and child in a park, translated…
In the Summer Nights in the Park
Dogs are Running, People, Making Scenes
The Music for Line-Dancing Passed Through the Ears
You Were Reading a Warning Sign
With a Dog on it
You’d, Made the Sound of the Dogs, Barking
You Said, “Woof, Woof”
On the Slides, There Were, Phonetic Spellings
Sliding Downward, Swiftly
On the Swings, the Children’s Laughter
Floated to the Tips of the Branches
I’d Told You, Play Here
You Said, Ah, Ah
I Hug You
You’d Started, Giggling Loud
I Said, “Hi”
You’d Replied, “Love”
I’d Needed to, Learn Your Language Too
Learning to Make the Sounds You’d Made, to Express Yourself Too
You’d Smiled at Me, as If Saying:
You Dumb Mommy
Finally Learned My Tongue
Then, You’d, Pointed Toward Me
Or this, even??? Not my photo, once again…
Like You Were, Identifying Something
And You’d Finally Said, “Mommy!”
I’d Fallen Silent for a Long While, Handed the Universe
The Only Kind of Sound I Could Ever Make
For the Sake, of Trading with You
This Infinitely, Amazing Word You’d Known Me by
So, this, is how the parent and the young child interacted, and, although, the child still couldn’t speak ALL the words, but, these simple syllables were enough, to impress the parents, and that just shows, how when we become parents, our views of the world gets altered, by this living being that we’re now, taking care of…