A Disease... Poem by RIC BASTASA

she got an infection
of her throat so she did not
speak for a while, to weeks,
and more, there was no cure,
and so she relied much on
the gestures of her hand
just for you to understand.

it took months, and she used
the language of the hand,
for them to understand, until
she got used to it just like all
of them, who can hear her by
the hand, speaking in such a
finger tongue.

and then time had changed her
she got used to it and
she never wanted to speak
as she now prefers the happiness
of her silence.