Singing our own
I think of you as I am reaching, searching for rhythm
and rhyming, assonance
care in the choosing, groping for meaning
pleasing, novelty
now that your utterances refuse to flow, but stick
and jam
requiring push and prod, a freeing rod
your fluency now failing.
Still your Yorkshire lovely lilt, inherited, Halifax
has made me smile for gratitude-
that you’re battling with the silence
that you won’t be overcome.
So from girls to grannies, still
singing our own in two parts, harmony and song.
June 16th 2021, Hounoux
Thank you very much- it's so relevant that I'm struggling with aphasia! 'Girls to grannies' that's where we are. Thank you so profoundly. xxxxx
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