by Tracey Thompson (’16Echolalia

Echolalia

you’ll hear the echolalia bubbles gurgling from a baby’s mouth calming coos of a mother permeate the air

bubbles gurgling from a baby’s mouth harmonic wheezes from grandmother’s lungs permeate the air tracing the turning of the mobile

harmonic wheezes from grandmother’s lungs groans from a wooden chair in the sleepy nursery tracing the turning of the mobile in a room made soft by the afternoon sunlight

groans from a wooden chair in the sleepy nursery crying out for a mother’s company in a room made soft by the afternoon sunlight you’ll hear the echolalia

Tracey Thompson (’16)

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