They toddle. It's a phase. Each used to crawl. They watch and try and master how to climb. A little more they'll learn with every fall. Soon each will run. They'll speak in their own time. They bite. Get bitten. It's a phase. We pick one teacher to observe, intrude, prevent. Once Mouth was all and minds are quick. Complex emotions words must represent. The bitten need words too. So much to say and then to learn to listen to what's said. I'm full of feelings I would wish away. I bite. But now I bite myself, instead. Where are the arms to hold me and appeal? "Nope. Use your words. Speak out! Say how you feel.”