A Blind Child Speaks

Member since 2005 · Posted 8 Mar 2005 · 4 comments

I may not see the way you do With eyes so bright and quick But I know where flowers abound And where the grass grows thick I know if you are kinda little And I know if you are tall O I can see so many things YOU may not see at all I use my ears and hands for eyes And make them see for me I listen hard and gently touch And thus it is I see God must have a reason For making me like this Perhaps He meant for me to see What other people miss!

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[8] Rainbow_chaser 9-Mar-05/8:14 AM Reply

i think this little poem is very sweet, and holds much truth. thank you for sharing.
blessings
~Autumn

[5] nentwined 9-Mar-05/12:28 PM Reply

Sweet, but the meter falls apart reducing its charm, and the repetition doesn't seem to have much point.

[n/a] Grandma › nentwined 9-Mar-05/10:43 PM Reply

Umm, what repetition?

[5] nentwined › Grandma 9-Mar-05/10:48 PM Reply

"O I can see so many things / YOU may not see at all"
"Perhaps He meant for me to see / What other people miss!"

is the only direct repetition, but I suppose more what I wanted to say was something along the lines of--

You use an awful lot of words to say not so much. I understand that happens often when going for a cute tone, and I'm just as guilty of it sometimes, but it really doesn't work for me, here.

Like watching a child skip along the road, where they trip over their shoelaces every other step.

It might help if you hypothesized a few things that other people miss--not to the extent of a laundry list, but something more than "I know something you don't know! I know something you don't know!"

Perhaps.