A Ballad For Helen Keller - Poem by Edwina Reizer
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.
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