Whistle while you work.
But I can’t whistle.
My tongue won’t bend
my lips won’t purse.
Melodies, bird-like trills,
like summer showers,
never
flow.
My jaw is tight,
my tongue is curled,
and my lips exhausted.
I am done
and you, my son,
just keep on whistling
and laughing at me.
As a stay at home mom of two small children….this hits home
I tried so hard to learn to whistle so I could teach my kids. Good thing they had an uncle who helped them. lol