You are like a muscle
That’s atrophied
But still part of my body
And mind
Or maybe more like a
Buried treasure
Deep down
Or deep up
In my brain
(Or maybe my soul?)
I’m working the muscle
Exercising it even though
Sometimes it hurts
Less often do I start to say something en español
And finish en français
Languages are a funny thing
The journey back to you is a little rough
But I’m finding my way, slowly
Some frustration
A lot of laughter
Need more patience
Kathryn Presner 
4 replies on “Mi español”
I can relate. I get something similar when I try to speak Basque, after 20 years living away from my birth place. No sabía que hablabas español, podemos practicar 🙂
Oh interesting about Basque! How different is it from Spanish? Sí, me gustaría practicar contigo. Just be warned that I’m still at a toddler level. 😬
Oh, it’s totally unrelated to Spanish, Latin or even the preindoeropean family! If you are interested, check out this video:
Claro, podemos practicar!
¡Muy interesante!