Over di country in Dieppe Bay
We live through language
He can write and sign
I can sign a little
So after all his language with hands and partially muted sounds
I watch him
He aint mumu like deh call him
He can hear love
So I started talking to him With my hands …He light up
Because for all the years I know him I never used his language
what I couldn’t sign
We write on paper and wid stone in the road
Love is a language unto it self
