Her Voice

Ma, Cómo estás?

Her vibrant voice expresses a pure joy I have yet to know

Miles and miles away she textures my energy flow

Her eloquent expressions assured me she was a great orator in a past life

But here, she’s had to reserve her power in abeyance

She senses the betraying emotion of her silence

It’s a punishment to have an articulate delivery, but no venue site

Like a performer with no audience, prohibited

She’s found comfort in proclaiming, No English!

No engli—shhhhhhh

Perhaps to hide her cry from the power she’s relinquished

It sits with me

Her presence diminished

J.Mar