Poetry

True Sight

I watched a delightful
young smiling boy with
bright brown blind eyes
learning braille
Eager fingers tracing
the words and drawings of
“The Little Prince”
The joy
fascination
intensity
on his face
far beyond
language and
I cried
realizing
it was I
not him
that was blind

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