When I listen,
To the color of your voice,
I hear the rainbowed words,
Caught so deeply,
In your throat,
Please know that it does no matter,
That you stutter as you stumble,
Just to get your message out,
For I am here to hear you,
Of that please have no doubt,
So keep speaking up,
My lovely son,
And don’t be so disheartened,
By the ignorance of others,
For I am here to translate,
Your wisdom,
Your love,
Your hopes,
Your dreams,
And when needs be,
Your fears.
So don’t ever let others,
Make you feel,
That you have no voice,
For you do,
Please know that you do,
But others will only hear it,
Once they make the choice,
To Listen.

A beautiful poem with great wisdom. To listen is a great skill. Thank you for the excellent poem.
Thank you for taking the time to make such lovely comments = )
This is so poignant.
Thank you purpleborough.
I think of myself as a collector of life-stories. I love hearing how a day is remembered by another person.