My Poetry

My Poetry is about
The sound, the sound
Of the English language
Thus
There is no translation
Just the words
I am glad for such words
Each too dear

As I lose my hearing
My ear grows better
And I remember my
Child
Surprised by Spanish
In Nursery School:
But Mommy
Thereā€˜s only English

No, Child;
How so be it:
Many more
Than anyone knows