You don't know ...until you know.
|Just another holiday marked by Santa and his sleigh
arriving on 5th Avenue, turkey, Grandma, and more chores to do.
It began the month of being good, of doing everything I should
so Santa would come and deliver my list.
Though young, I was taught to be polite, to say thank you, kiss the folks goodnight,
but I didn't get a special day for something I always did anyway.
My life was as perfect as it could be; until it wasn't, because you see--
that fall I learned all that might be missed.
That Summer I went temporarily blind; my life went dark, the world unkind.
We didn't know how long it'd last; if my sight would return or be a thing of the past.
I had to learn how to do everything new: stairs, reading, matching shoes.
There was no point in my fate to resist.
After more surgery, my sight returned and I realized just how much I'd learned.
More than being now able to see, I saw what that vision meant to me.
Suddenly Thanksgiving was far too small to ever be able to express it all.
no specific 'form' - just rhyming.