Ritual Silences

Whisper and shout 

Should be natural enemies

You make them the closest friends.

You mumble explanations as you go about your favorite activities

While I shout and admonish the sheer daredevil behavior

You whisper shhhh as your great great grandmother sleeps

But shout at the sight of Mickey Mouse Clubhouse

It is a cycle that we perpetuate daily

And while my voice gets tired

My heart swells in the shadow of your smile. In the beauty of your hugs and the largesse of your heart. 


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