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When Echolalia Becomes a World in the Mouth of my Son 

Jenny Maaketo | Poetry

       Echolalia, a form of imitation, is a useful component of language acquisition. 

                                                       —National Institute of Health 

How do I know if making pillows of his lips w/ma ma is for fun 
or function? When do fluffs of accent just to muffle his trumpet 

become a beckon for my breast? His spar w/consonant w/vowel 
w/consonant w/vowel is a soft mallet he drops & drops. Sounds 

topple like dominoes as he babbles zigzag to Z. He furls cupid’s 
bow to meet the warm maroon of his tongue, unfurls top lip from 

bottom to em-dash the air—I marvel—how can I button things w/ 
meaning through the holes of his hungry lobes? But to repeat ma 

ma w/feeling—head off the word w/emphasis: “That’s ME! Ma 
MA. I’m MAma,” w/gestures to my chest, as if my heartbeat is a 

diorama I point to on ecstatic display. I watch my baby’s face for 
flints stricken in recognition as sounds shape into bright objects 

in his brain. I pan for my talisman a spoken gold when he echoes 
syllables w/starfish hands midair to grasp the wonder in me stilled.