Their Secret Language
By Marisa Bernhard
They speak with smiles and laughter
It resonates ubiquitously near me
A trifecta unbroken committed to speak their words, beam their honesty, and utter their thoughts
They clamor about with no disregard, rendering their expressions to one another but no other
They are here; near always close by, my love for them will never die
My demands are many I am aware; a labor of love in hopes that transcends….yes I am the outsider that is okay I listen and sigh….and happy some days
My home filled with noise….a language of secrets that needs no rendition; it is understood they express what’s been hidden
For so many years their words were unspoken, their smiles were unseen, their laughter forgotten, their souls were deflated, their wishes demanded.
They remember the past they know what it’s like to speak of a language that cannot be converted with words, although understood with amusement and mirth.
I stand on the sidelines and guard the three….
I listen and do understand because they are my family!!!!