I want to say, “What’s wrong? You’re looking down.” when I see a slight glimpse of disappointment. I want to rub their back, squeeze their hand, even if for a moment so they could know I’m here, there is nothing they should fear. Robbed of my forms of expression bit by bit I sink into a void Memories fill with gloom. I don’t want that. I’m still me. I remember how your eyes wavered and filled with salt water. I laughed and shrugged it off, “It’s fine,” I said, “Our time together is not over.” My kids bicker over who found it first. This is one of the last – times you’ll see them squabble. with a low hum, embed this memory to my bones. It’s about time, Started to pray for a miracle, To undo the cage my body turns into I miss the simple act, to chew Hey you, don’t give up. I take too long to write sentences by blinking my eyes. Mirage, I blinked twice, No, no, it’s not ‘L’, its ‘I’ we’ll have to start again when the word doesn’t make sense. My mind limited by this fence. Offered a trial of a brain implant To communicate clearly is what I want Oh the possibilities, mind uncaged, and bubbling magnanimity! most of all, I’ll be able to communicate clearly with my family.