Dear girl,
Your words are carefully
Chosen
Leaves on a twig
Writhing
Drifting
Hitting the silence
With a loud
Clunk

Dear girl,
Your shouts are
Forks
On a porcelain shard
Screeching
Burst-your-eyes silver
Obscenities
Shattering the hearts
With a loud
Clank

Dear Boy,
You whispered words drift,
Moth-wings
On an outstretched arm
Swishing
Soft-swirled-grey
Plucked from the wind
In a breath of desperation
Traveling a thousand miles
In a single spoken feather

Dear Children,
Your words hold meaning
Power
To break a heart or mend it
To nurture
Or to writhe
So speak.