My son's only word is breath
And after years and years of tests
And a cruel experiment in my chest
All I have is waiting
But there will never be another sound as loud as his laughter
With his eyes, he says, I know your first word was failure
My son struggles with his tongue
And after years and years of staying numb
And a forest fire raging in my lung
All I have is waiting
But there will never be another sound that hurts more than his silence