Do you know the language of the heart,
my heart, your heart, thy heart,
his heart, her heart, their heart,
our great heart,
when it speaks,
Each speaks in its own, own voice
which changes to each hearer, each telling.
That's how I give my messages to you,
That's how I get my messages from you,
in the world.
Ain't that something!
Poem by Leonard H. Seyfarth
Note: I made this recording of my dad reading his poem during one of our Thursday morning breakfasts together at Joe's diner last year. "Sunny" in the poem is my mom, his wife of 53 years. Enjoy!