Whispering Hands

There are a myriad of reasons he loved his mother… From the pancakes she made on Saturday mornings to their walks along the sands but what fascinated him the most was how she could smile with her eyes and the way she whispered with her hands. His mother was deaf…she could not hear… which meant words were hard for her to say… so in order to communicate…they had to find another way. So he learned to listen to her eyes… he learned her eyes could say so much…. and in the confinement of her silence he discovered the wonder of her touch. Her eyes spoke of her joy, her fear her surprise…her sadness too. and on those days when he needed it most her eyes said, I love you. Her hands were a comfort to her, and offered him comfort too and when she took her hands in his he felt them whisper…I love you. And though his mother never heard his words and her words were forever hard to understand… all his life he saw the love spoken by her eyes and heard it whispered through her hands.