I sat down next to him,
The man that brought me into this world.
I sat down next to him crying and weeping on the inside
I wished I could tell him all my worries
But he hears not.

He became deaf after my mom’s death,
That’s because he could not hear the language
Of love they used to communicate with.
We just speak ordinary language.
And mom was no more so he broke down
Until he couldn’t pick himself up.

I would sit next to him having a good conversation,
I would laugh at our conversation.
I would smile like a toddler quenching thirst at mom’s breast
It wasn’t just a conversation.
We communicate with our hearts
We would have a beautiful moment without saying
Anything to each other.