‎لغة ام Mother Tongue - Rahi Grace

There are five languages of love

But i don’t feel them.

that isn’t to say i don’t feel love but

it can’t be forced into five limited boxes

to a tired mind, I listen to my mother

and i can’t help but admire it

her voice doesn’t summon cities as the Adhan

but it trips and stumbles and falls

as letters cause her

to hit a wall

to slide away and

walk the edge

of

a

cliff

as her words fall on listening ears,

walls are taken down

layers of paint peel away and

i hear the folk song of sparrows.