Little Pieces of Little Papers

Written by: regina branham

When I'm cleaning
I find her hope;
little pieces of little papers
tucked away
in little places.

silent, secret wishes
of what needs repaired - that no one
can fix or fully understand
her urgency - for 
they see no flaws.

And I cry, a cry
for her, because
she won't - So, I dust
around her notes
respecting her reminders
of miracle ears; 
little pictures of little things
promising to hide
that which she displays everyday
alone in this
in-between world
that the deaf can't hear 
and the hearing can -
what she can't
change, without her little pieces
of little papers 
that she tucks away
in little places.