Army Mom’s Safe Haven

MUTE

Sometimes, I wish we were all mute.
Unable to utter a single word that hurt,
and yet, I suppose that words
are not the only way to convey
the hurting.
One look,
the absence of a touch
is all it takes.
The more I've thought
the more I realize
Hurt finds a way,
In words, in touch,
or in your eyes.

©Copyright 1968 by Christina