If
I told you
If I told you she was blind,
you’d see part of what I meant.
If I told you she was deaf,
you’d hear something of what I said.
If I told you she couldn’t walk,
you’d
meet us half way.
But what if I told you she looks straight at me
yet can’t see me?
She hears what I say but doesn’t know I’m talking.
She
walks beside me but doesn’t know I’m there.
She doesn’t know,
that when the corners of my mouth turn up I’m happy.
That when water runs from my eyes, I’m sad.
That if she spoke I’d listen,
if
she told me where it hurts I’d kiss it better.
She’s mind blind you see.
I know it’s hard to believe
and even harder to understand.
But every time you try
she
comes a little closer.
© John Burns, 2002. No part of this poem
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