Author's Note: Many poets describe their childhood when parents and grandparents sang and read to them and around them and their world filled with the rhythms of music and words. I thought of someone not having that kind of nurturing and how these experiences shape language development.
Sounds of Life
the music of her breath when she sang the songs of prayer and ancient lore her grandmotherly chants the mother in the rocking chair baby swaying in the womb eased into the birth canal the numinous rhythms of life dulcet notes of expressions carrying the words that create the language and shapes the world into a living space sometimes the notes sour the rants replace the songs the ancient lore is painful the grandmother departed the mother running a plow baby pressed in the womb forced into the clamors of the animal squeals the desperate sounds her nascent world inchoate the words that create and shape the language incoherent the world a hostile place
©2021 Pratibha Kelapure
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