We are animal cries,
groans the body makes,
the shrill keening of grief,
pain and rage howled out,
grunts of satisfaction,
someone crooning to her young.
We’re animal cries becoming
human, five daughters
of your mother tongue.
[Answer: Vowels]
From: https://poetrysociety.org/poetry-in-motion/riddle
Date: 1991
By: Nancy Mallet Fry (1945-2016)
From Troubles of The World 