April 20 ( NaPoWriMo 2017)
Born To It
When I was smallest size before I walked
And only had two stumps for baby teeth,
I felt I knew the words when I would squawk,
The meaning of that sound ran underneath.
I hoped the people so high understood,
They waited for the day when I could talk.
Until I could I loved to pantomime,
It came as natural to me as a dance.
A friend who all of two taught me to sign,
My little hands like wings in signing stance.
The first word that I spoke I shouted 'HORSE!',
Became a poet thinking of a rhyme.
(You know how girls love ponies most of course.)