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The prompt at Poetry Jam this week is "the blind leading the blind".
This woman immediately popped into my mind. True story.
She was ninety-three,
blind, and in a wheelchair.
I found her
in her back garden,
on that beautiful spring day,
and thought how sad it was
that she could no longer see
the flowers she had planted
blooming
all around her yard.
But as I bent
to kiss her,
she smiled,
"Oh, there you are, my dear.
I was just sitting here
enjoying the warmth of the sun,
and listening to all
of the beautiful birds
singing.
Isn't it the most wonderful day?"
I would have thought,
loving the natural world
as I do,
that losing sight of it
would be the worst
that could befall me.
But she taught me
that beauty remains,
even when some things
one considers essential
are lost -
as long as the soul
continues to
look for
the gifts.
