The Blind Poem by Alyce Crowley

She’s dead to us now,
Drifting somewhere in her own soul
Someday she’ll find the answers
For the questions why,
Until then she prays for pardon
And for love,
Praying like hell it’ll never
Leave her side
Time has changed her view,
Made her see,
Made her believe in this strange
New reality.

His eyes like amber glass,
Pure and hot
Intense with passion remind her to be
Thankful
For everyday she almost didn’t have
And the sound of bells ringing
Always with her now,
As she buries the part of her soul
That lies in the disaster zone.


The year brings with it the tragedy of loss,
A tiny child slips away
A soul almost brought into the world
Another human to love and
Watch grow


And as her soul heals, first her son gone,
Now her daughter,
She sees the beauty of death,
The pain that has driven her closer
To his soul,
Closer to the boy she couldn’t understand
Until he became a man,
A shining man in her eyes…