Sunday, February 21, 2010



By Pia Prenevost

Sometimes he is so quiet.
Frequently he is so quiet.

Word attempts are sporadic.
I can never predict when
he might make a sound or word.

He doesn't jabber or babble.
Not to himself, and not to us.
At least, not often.

He is quiet.
Some days I think he wants to communicate.
To talk.

Other days I think he is happy being quiet.

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