Seeing - Poem by Alexander Hale
She will never see the sunrise.
She will never see the flowers grow, and she will never see the beauty of a masterpiece.
Even though she is blind she sees more than most.
She will never hear a lovers laugh.
She will never hear the majestic cry of an eagle, and she will never hear the sound of her own voice.
For she is deaf, but she hears what others won't say.
She is blind and she is deaf, but she understands more than you and I.
While you feel sympathy for her she feels sorry for you.
For you will never know what a silent sunrise feels like.
You will never experience life the way she is able to.
She feels sorry for you because you have lost your sense of wonder.
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