That Which is Everlasting

Clever, this mode of communication. I can speak without words and you listen, from farther than sound waves carry. Across vast distance we converse, sometimes shouting, sometimes secretly whispering, or jesting delightedly, our smiles never faltering. I am laden with unmanageable sadness when we misunderstand.

Today I find myself weary, though never too weary to blow you a kiss.

Or push the door closed with the sign for ‘I love you.’

Originally written August 5th 2013 for my son, Alex, who is Deaf.

LGHill