Six

You spoke with your cries
at first
looking down at your hands
shortly after discovering you had them
proclaiming a milestone
But it was your eyes
those deep, searching
blue-grey libraries of wonder
penetrating every unkown around you
like a soldier through the last gate to victory
Your mind sang and celebrated
as you learned life
determined to make each thought
a verbal memory
off all that you saw
And now...
you speak with your sighs
silent and sad
Missing something you never had
Wondering why your words
ever began at all