Saturday, June 2, 2012

The Extraordinary Occurrence of Words

There is a dream I have
where the mute child speaks.
It isn’t even as if she
has so much to say, but
just last night she was telling me
how her brother is not afraid
of bees and how her father
made her laugh by pretending
to eat her toes. Maybe it is
selfish for me to want words
from her when I already
have everything I need, but
last night I was delighted
to hear she wanted red pasta
over potatoes and green beans.


  1. I'm glad the muteness of your own words is no more :) (I've been waiting for weeks!)

  2. i've been waiting too. love this.