If you 
made sound 
besides laughter 
I’d hear
the ocean
at day
and snow 
at night 
and felt
you’d be 
spring warming 
prompting me 
to bloom

Now that 
I am 
finally humming 
right along 
having done 
what needed 
to be
we can 
focus on 
you making 
us better 
now it’s 
your turn 
to rise
and shine 
and mine 
to cheer

We have 
wanted to 
for years 
to wear 
a silent 
bell saying 
this is
what we’re 
and finally 
after all 
of that 
on they
go quietly 
whispering to 
others see

There is much 
I don’t know 
I never pretend 
that I do
I am vulnerable 
and I’m exposed 
to jeers and 
taunts from those 
thinking they do 
but arrogance has 
a very ugly 
underbelly teeming with 
hatefully mean bile 
interesting how insecurity 
keeps one apart 
from the rest 
who humbly admit 
that they don’t