and her name was Decibel

so lovely

the hour of soft light...

the street where I live

that silent little boy watching from the corner

of our family               resentful

how everything became about her

colicky arrival              demanding

one phoneme bully at a time still he doesn’t know

what happened            behind

our hands that could talk but instead made him

listen to this noisy       world

without the sound of its round eyes wondering

is anyone watching?   Why

does she get  all the attention?  Who is this

unseen force he         Hates

not knowing he’s        Deaf

© Liana 7/15

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