Thinking of my mother
who was bed-ridden and
speechless for such a long time.
Knowing that
the eye is the window of the mind,
I imagine her weariness
unable to express in words
her joy and gratitude.
In the beginning
there was a word,
and the word was God.
I think of
the power of words and
the gravity of the unspoken words.
And I appreciate
the chance I am given
to express my mind in words.
(February 14, 2024)