At the table I’m
waiting for words.
They’re shy today.
Nouns peek from
under a spoon,
their serifs showing.
In a napkin,
I crumble toast,
make a trail for
them to follow
fold my hands
I’ve written your address
on the envelope,
attached the stamp.
The words still don’t come.
Your pain swamps them,
how can they,
all stutter and bluff,
carry so brave,
so sure a hope
all the way to you?
If I Stutter – Cheryl Bostrom 2019
“For I will give you words and wisdom . . .” —Luke 21:15
23 thoughts on “If I Stutter: A Poem for the Wordless”
These words made me catch my throat — they are surely the right ones for your friend.
Thanks. Your response is encouraging. I hope they are. 🙂
I think you found them…
Beautiful Cheryl! As a shy child and adolescent this poem really hits home. Being shy gave me lots of thinking and introspective rime. This trait has actually turned into a blessing in my adult life. Thanks for the share!
Thanks for reading, John. I am so thankful that your earlier shyness helped make you who you are today: one who finds the blessing and passes it on.
I felt like you wrote this to me. I seems words are hard to come by sometimes. They are in my mind, but I have to stop and sort them out. In the process, sometimes I am able to complete the entire thought. I am relieved when that happens.
So glad it connected. Finding the right words doesn’t come easily.
Thanks, Raven. And thanks for reading!
Thank you for letting God use you through your writing!
Ah sweet Cheryl. This is my experience SO many often……as I explain many times on Friday mornings. That you for putting such beautiful words to ‘no words’❣️
Should have proof read that!!!!😬 I meant to say THANK YOU😊
💝 Words aren’t big enough to speak your heart, Bevvie.
Beautiful poem, you capture the challenge of addressing pain with mere words, powerfully!
So hard to do in a way that lets the other feel heard and known.
Thanks, Carol 🙂
I know this feeling❤️