How can I know what I can't see?
It's never been a part of me.
How can I know what I can't hear?
It's never been within my ear.
How can I know what I can't say?
It's never been my way to pray.
For all is darkness where I am.
And all is soundless where I am.
All is speechless like a clam.
But touching is a joy to me,
feeling all that I cannot see.
I feel the sounds my heart does beat.
And tastes on my tongue so sweet.
It's how my world began
until an angel came my way
and helped to lift a ban.
And now it matters not to me
what I can't say or hear or see.
The angel helped me find my way
to face another brand new day
and finally want to live.
An amazing ballad created especially for Helen Keller. Hats off for you Mrs. Reizer! I have enjoyed a very lot this faschinating and dashing poem. This poem touched me a very lot. Thank you so much for sharing such A Beauty. The beautiful poem and the way Helen Keller lived and loved her life, full of beauty and it was beautiful. She is a great example for mankind. A fantastic Tribute for Helen Keller.
This is lovely. I've always admired Helen Keller and her teacher, Anne Sullivan. This poem brings them both to life. Thanks you.
this is so lovely! What a beautiful piece, written with such grace. Your word choices were excellent and the way you formatted the poem worked perfectly. The beginning couplets set the stage for just a masterful write. This is going on my favorites list. Much enjoyed!
I thought that poetry was dead. Of all i have found on this web-site you are the only one i can truly read and appreciate.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice to learn