For My Niece
One day, I hope that you will speak
Find your voice that sounds so much like you
Doctors and scientists dangle a promise
the hope to resynthesize your voice
with computers, artificial technology to make you sound like you
Maybe then we can talk on the phone
In the future we can talk with ease, no longer straining to hear your voice
No sacrifice in the long pauses and strained words
Technology will fix it, this thing that you were born with
Down the road, you will communicate with others in a way that makes it easier, more fluid
We wait for the change that will make life easier
But what do you want?
How do you feel about today?
The here and now?
The promise of “fixing” you must sting, those words harsh, cold
You are more than a voice, broken by birth
You are more than a limp and low muscle tone
You are more than a label, a disability
You are my niece and I love you.