There was a time when words did not matter <br />save for verbs – run, jump, stop, go… <br />or adjectives – hot, cool, SO mortifying. <br />Words snuck up like accidents, <br />blushing, hinting, sometimes stabbing. <br />I never gave them much consideration, <br />unless they hurt. <br /> <br />There are times now when words do not suffice. <br />The baby snuggled with his father– <br />past, present and future asleep on the couch. <br />Catching my daughter transfixed by a bubble, still <br />yet spinning on the tip of her nose, laughing <br />wholeheartedly for no reason whatsoever. <br />In these moments words fail me, <br />and I am satisfied. But in these moments <br />when words are unnecessary, I wonder, <br /> <br />Will there come a time when words are all I have? <br />A day when the body fails, and the brain <br />disobeys, when messages and meanings unravel <br />outside the cozy confines of the mind, <br />when memories become boundaries, cycling <br />around and again meaningless to others, <br />yet defining my ever-shrinking universe? <br /> <br />Will there come a day when I devote <br />an entire afternoon to etching “happy birthday” <br />on my granddaughter’s card, praying <br />that she sees “I love you” in between? <br />I wonder if words will fail me, <br />or if they will be <br />my dearest friends?<br /><br />Lori Boulard<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-my-own-words/
