Trilingual

This is the common sap of humanity's tree. It flows within us all. A shared communion enabler and advancer lifting us above our animal origins. Language- the magical gift of mankind, placing us higher than mere Neandertal brutes, ignorant and mute. Speech- architect of culture binder and medium for knowledge, ideas this, the foundation of history and civilization. It is both a bridge and a wall, uniter, as well as seperator. Causing confusion and making strangers between foreigner and native- so it has been since the Tower built at Babel and from then onward there has been frustration when words are misunderstood, and assimilation comes only through learning. But what of my own linguistic journey? It too, has been a labyrinth leading to diversity and assimilation. For I was raised listening to, and speaking an olden tongue that, of my forefather's language of my childhood home, now nearly forgotten flown with wind and time like my father's ashes across the Atlantic. Yet, the memory is not quite so distant; the words come to life deep within and I can not deny my blood, my heritage Hungarian- the language of my soul. So I grew the immigrant's child receiving my education here, in America mastering English by age eight by then, bilingual English- the transmitter to all I convey in page after page of poetry. This, the language of my mind. And now, middle-aged destiny has caused me to learn yet again, in a new country, with my husband my vocabulary expands with words exotic to me, romantic and rhythmic Spanish- my language of love, mi idioma de corazon. * Note the last line translates, "My language of the heart".