by Jeanne Fiedler
(Washington Twp., NJ, USA)
Five scurrying little miceran into the school roomOne's name was Jimmy"Hi Jimmy" He said nothingI picked him up and cupped him between my hands"Hi Jimmy" No responseI talked to him thoughAsked him commandsquestions, "What is this?"I held him up to my cheekand hugged himThe four other micewere rambling aroundall over the roomPunchin', laughin',Screaming, fightingspitting, bitingHow could we sooth themAll the mouse teacherstended one on oneTil the chaos stopped"Jimmy, Jimmy, What do you want to do?What can I sayto make you respond?"NothingHe played with his toysand jumped up and downin the corner of the roomteeth moving, doing nothingHe was energeticMaybe there was a placeI could teach himCute little thingI petted himI rubbed him against my heartSometimes he'd run awayI'd have to chase himHe understands thingsI feel this stronglyI can't wait til hesays his first wordsHis mama mouse said"He never seems to hear me"I was sorryI felt so sadBut there will be a dayWhen Jimmy talksHe will squeak and squeakI know this insideWe've got to catch it nowMaybe ask him questionswhere he can say yes or noOr show him things and ask, "What?"He will talk back and read and writeA hard beginning it wasBut there is definitelya bright hope in sightI know there is...
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