What She Sees Poem by Tony Jolley

Wonder what she knows:
Whether she hears what we hear,
Sees what we see,
[Though I was once told
She sees whatever she sees
Only in monochrome tones].

If so,
Pity God couldn’t have spent
A bit more time and effort
On the Best Friend known to Man:
His Name’s all too easy, three-letter anagram.

Still maybe she smells in colour instead:
A spectrum of fragrance filling her head.
Whatever it is, we’ll never know
So I’ll just think it is just so.