First Word

Natural sound surrounding the little joy fills the holes of silence.

Tiny ears catch and filter like a dream catcher

Music from the pouring rain, the language of animals

The whisper of the wind, the growl of thunder,

The signals of vehicles, and the words from one’s laughter and cries.

These dictate the tip of the tongue

Utter phonemes as they turn into simple words.

What irritates the ears will be spoken by the lips as a response.

Of all the words that tickled my ears,

Only “mama” was my response.