In the beginning
there were raindrops
of language
upon me-
They came
from an infinite
maternal sky
showering me
with the gift of words-
Those words were the first sound
my ears heard-
I was a gifted child
like everyone else,
with the power to see and hear-
Thus I spake
Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ Beginnings @ Poets United
Lovely images, totally wonderous. I had forgotten the feeling and you bring it back!
This is a sheer delight!
Oh this is so lovely…..the “raindrops of language”, the infinite maternal sky.” Gorgeous, my friend.
Oh so thoughtful.
Sight & hearing do play a huge role in interpretation, learning & speech.
So true. Glad that babies learn to speak!
We were on a similar wavelength withe the raindrops, Sumana! Lovely poem.
the raindrops of language ~ how delightful and lighthearted you’ve made this feel, like a close friend patting you on the shoulder 🙂
Absolutely wonderful
much love…
This is truly beautiful, a pure pleasure to read.
Anna :o]
Raindrops of language – a wonderful beginning!
We can thank our Mothers, who gave us language.
I can imagine you as a gifted child.
Beautiful…..Writers are wordsmiths.And you’re definitely one of the gifted ones, Sumana! :)))
This is pleasant to read. Loved it 🙂