None of Us Speak Her Language

They all know what to do All of the time Because they are teachers So they know everything No one thought to come get me. What would I know? I am a mere counselor. They are the queens in their queendoms I am common and simple The young mother is sobbing. None of us speak her language. I take her hand and lead her to my office. Call my friend who is fluent in Spanish. He also works at a woman’s abuse shelter. He speaks to her on the phone. Whisks her away an hour later. A year later I get a letter Written in English. She is thanking me For saving her life