Lingual Diversity
We share the bench at a neighborhood park by the courthouse, watch children play.
He says something, maybe in Spanish, points to a running, laughing boy, probably his son, about the same age as my daughter, also running and laughing.
I nod and smile.
I point toward my little girl, say the same thing in English he most likely said in his language.
He nods and smiles.
Like our children’s laughter we require no translation. by Carl Palmer




















