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She was a young woman, from a world of chaos. But She tried to hide that chaos behind her smile. At first she could hear me crying in the crib. But by the time I talked, her world was silent. She would watch my lips while I said my prayers. But sometimes I would peek at her with one eye. Records played in her head, which only she could hear. But we would often dance to their beat. She taught me old lyrics, which we sang off-key. But those melodies are still my favorites. Her world was silent. But she made my world loud.
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Sep 13, 2025
Sep 13, 2025 at 9:05 AM UTC
Remembering My Deaf Mother
She was a young woman, from a world of chaos. But She tried to hide that chaos behind her smile. At first she could hear me crying in the crib. But by the time I talked, her world was silent. She would watch my lips while I said my prayers. But sometimes I would peek at her with one eye. Records played in her head, which only she could hear. But we would often dance to their beat. She taught me old lyrics, which we sang off-key. But those melodies are still my favorites. Her world was silent. But she made my world loud.
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Sep 13, 2025
Sep 13, 2025 at 9:05 AM UTC
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