Since Birth

Eyes open mine since birth. An old soul, seeing the world twice. My mother's smile her mother's smile; never changes, sadness overwhelms her face, still. The sun comes, more days than before, but all too familiar. Different time, but not different faces. Words are spoken; when mouths were closed; Same words; same people. Some may listen, but do they hear? Many voices, many words to remember. I been here before, the same, but a faint difference. You listen when I speak, I listen when you speak. Ears are opening, faintly hearing. Slowly are opening mine eyes since birth. Catherine Johnson Broussard, Poet