Beauty Of Mother's Tongue Poem by Shqipe Prence

I love you…whispers in the wind…a joke?

No, our first language, so sweet and tender mother's tongue, sounds of which we hear while in the womb, sounds that shape our thoughts, emotions, spiritual world, a childhood spent in its imprints, fostering a strong bond with mother, a bond into which words run and out of which grow, to give wings to the mind and to the change
When we speak our language, heart, brain and tongue are in connection, in electricity, because these sounds in the ear and their meaning in the heart give us trust and confidence, no matter where the world may take us!
As the whispers in the wind bring us home to soothe our anxious heart, we feel the innate beauty and aroma of mother's voice, hear the first cry music, the first word of love, the first tune of babbles and coos,
and think that our mother's tongue is the most powerful tool to preserve and convey culture and cultural ties, a powerful tool to learn another language…another soul, a cultural mirror in which we see and understand our own society and the others!
Has a country anything so precious, so true and free as the language? A gift from our fathers!
I love you…whispers in the wind…a joke?
No, it's beauty of my mother's tongue, her image!