silent her whole life until
How high does the blue sky go?
Why is grass green instead of pink?
Who invented hieroglyphics?
I stared at my three-and-a-half-year-old daughter.
Consternated and confused.
For three and a half years she has been gathering these questions.
Studying us, learning from us, gleaning our spoken language.
Yet, until today she did not give us any indication that she knew a word.
She had not said boo, goo, bah, caw, dada, or any other sound.
She begins with complete questions?
I am dumbfounded.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2024
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