@Chamomile 6 August 2020 more from that month

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.