End Of Deafness Poem by Mari Martin

Unyielding silence
lain shattered
by your first hello.

Here now do I exist
in a world of beautiful sounds.

The trees are the same.
The sky unchanged.
Rain still bathes the earth.
Night comes.
Day kisses it gently
awakening me each day.

Birds still fly.
Ants still work.
Bees still polinate.
Hummingbirds still magically entrance.
Seasons come.
Seasons go.

Then why am I so changed?

The silence is gone.