Winter in London. His words crack –
ice across the miles
our baby will live in a silent world
Another winter and opening his door
my son welcomes me with the news
She called me dad the other day
He signs to Kate, asks her to show
me what she’s learning to do
She tongues air, exploring the world
of her mouth, shaping words
she cannot hear. Wired for sound
my ears tingle, waiting
Then yes no dad mum
I would shout my delight
speak my joy but fingers do
the work. Kate offers a little smile
licks her lips as if tasting
something sweet