As If
He nears thirty-one,
Has an awkward gait.
He speaks not a word,
Finds ways to express.
He shakes his head no,
And sharp claps mean yes.
With love, strokes my face.
Usually, no stress.
I speak with respect,
Like he understands.
He’ll show that he heard,
But there’s disconnect.
Communication
I will not neglect.
It can be a mess.
At times, I just guess.
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