My Mother Tongue

Of all the lessons child loss has taught me

The most unexpected is the need to learn a second language

I have no choice; there are things I have to say

That I had no words for before

The phrases are hard to pronounce

My daughter’s ashes

My sweet girl’s funeral

My child is dead

It’s not a romance language

The sounds are guttural

They stick in my throat

It’s not my mother tongue

But it’s become my mother voice


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