Born with a meaning and sometimes for no reason at all, words remind me of a journey much like ours.Like a little infant, mewling in it’s mother’s arms, they are born.
With the power to make us chuckle or despair with their foolish callousness.
Carefully crafted and nurtured by many, they stumble, they fall, but start becoming whole, day by day.
Sometimes brilliant, sometimes unsure, but steadily becoming a reflection of a growing mind.
At times they simmer, deep inside, without being delivered, pouring out wordlessly through a tormented teenager’s eyes.
Suddenly they are all grown up, striding confidently into the world, sharing thoughts, opinions, ideologies.
Rendered to sweet nothings whispered into a loved ones ears.
Then cooing and gurgling incoherent tales into tiny ears set outside tiny trusting brown eyes of a miniature you.
They stand by you with resolve, as your admonishments fall on reckless, irreverent, adolescent ears, trying to guide them through their young lives.
There comes a time when slowly, but surely, the words start to fade, replaced by cobwebs, replaced by a second childishness and silver streaks.
A time when you have much to say but no one to say those words to.
The words that will linger and waft through the air, like a faithful legacy, long after you’re gone.
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