Literally
Words come in and out of our lives
On the lips of people who do the same
My Mother is 'nice'
A 'nice' man, a 'nice' song, a 'nice' day
My Father is 'exceptionally'
Nothing gets one adjective in dadville
An 'exceptionally' long day
An 'exceptionally' good meal
My father's father was 'brisk'
He used it interchangeably with 'refreshing'
He always enjoyed a 'brisk' seltzer
The bay was a 'brisk' swim
Of course there are others
Other words I will always hear or read
In the voices of the people that brought them to me.
It often leaves me to wonder what words
My children hear in my voice, my friends, or enemies. I have a guess but I don't get to pick.
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I never hear 'brisk' and don't think of Pop. And that makes me smile!