Born with a congenital ocular defect, this man still lives in a world full of life.
A World without Sight
In my mother's womb,
love, warmth, her heartbeat.
Birth was fluid moving fast,
greeted by bright lights, my last.
God offered no reason why.
I know birds, warbling or squawks.
Sense moods of people by their walk.
Jake is my lifeline, a wonder dog.
Our trust, like married folk,
a language all our own.
I hear squeaking of swings.
Laughter of children thrills me.
I chat with Tony, smoking sweet cigars.
His "Hello" has a tremor, I don't ask.
Just wish him peace and happiness.
Time to go, mist, cool evening air.
I don't miss out on much.
Jake and I listen to the news.
Sometimes I hear madness, insanity.
In my world, I treasure serenity.
By Kathie Stehr