Four Tongues, One Heart by Felina Silver©️🤟🏽(Copyright 2025)

What was the hardest personal goal you’ve set for yourself?

I spat in a tube on a Tuesday morn,
Sent it away, and soon was reborn.
The scroll came back, and oh what a tale—
Of tartans, bratwurst, and Guinness ale.

A dash of Gaelic, a hint of Rhine,
A brogue, a bier, a Highland sign.
But nestled deep, like roots in stone,
A Cherokee flame, my mother’s own.

Now what’s a soul with such a stew
To do but chase the languages, too?
To sing in Scots with windswept pride,
And speak in German, sharp and wide.

To dance through Irish, green and bold,
Where myths are whispered, songs retold.
And then the voice that haunts my dreams—
The Cherokee, in river streams.

Oh Lord, my brain, it quakes in fear—
Four languages? In just one year?
(Okay, two… or three… or ten…)
Still, I pick up the pen again.

Duolingo hoots in neon green,
While I mutter “ugh” at every screen.
But still I trudge, through phrase and noun,
My vowels go up, my verbs fall down.

Yet every word I come to know
Feels like a seed I choose to sow—
Of all the love my mother gave,
Of every path she never braved.

For she, a mix of fire and rain,
Wore heritage like woven chain.
And now I walk where she once stood—
To know her well, and know her good.

So hardest goal? I do confess:
To learn these tongues is quite a mess.
But in the chaos, here’s my part:
I’m finding home in every heart.