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!!!!