Just because my voice doesn’t speak
don’t mean I don’t say a word.
I talk with my hand
when I want to be heard.
I speak fast for those who know me.
I slow down for the ones who stop
to hear me. I talk with my hand.
I have preached sermons
and I have told jokes
With my hand I have spoke.
Now, as for those who don’t
want to hear me no matter
what I say or do.
I’ll still talk with my hands
I’ll fold them and pray for you.
I talk with my hand
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I think one can express oneself very well with hands, I speak but I use my hands a lot. My Father-in-law says I have a French streak in me, because of this. I haven't actually, but I am slightly deaf and so hands emphasis things to me. Again a nice read. Love Ernestine XXX