The Unthinkable
I have just been sobbing,
heart-felt tears
What could have caused this
unexpected emotional outburst?
Some-thing which highlights
my worst fears.
A small boy, Elliott, on my television
born both deaf and blind
That's right.
No hearing and no vision.
Not for him the joy of seeing
a sunrise or sunset
nor even the mundane dull-grey day.
Not for him the joy of being
in delightful communication.
Indulging in baby-babbling,
children's chattering
and the adult sharing of ideas
opinions, moods and fears.
His face so trusting
yet blank
awaiting he knows not what.
But his small hand is in
the hand of a helper
who guides him and loves him.
And I hope at least he senses
he is not alone.
For this tiny crumb of comfort
I must give thanks.
(I don't want a critiqued - I don't care if this is a terrible poem - I just wanted to share something with you all)
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