No one can remember the last time we heard her voice.
When she was a child, they were transfixed by her laughter.
When she was a teen, they were moved to tears by her pain.
On the day she got married, her soft words belied her fierce love.
On the day she gave birth, her cries severed bonds while forging new ones.
Her speech is silent now, in ways her mind cannot begin to comprehend.
Yet there’s still a pause in each conversation (such as it is)
While she waits patiently for my turn to listen.
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