She’d learned enough to talk when she was two.
She used the skill so often that her speech
grew quick and quite sophisticated too:
vocabulary years beyond the reach
of playmate ears, the patience of her mom,
attention any teacher could afford.
That little girl was like a chatter bomb,
and shushing was her regular reward.

Experience admonished her to speak
more loudly than advice she never heard.
The child burned ambitiously to seek
the power and potential of the word.
And though she’s learned to modulate her force,
she keeps composing poetry, of course.