How can I know what I can't see? <br />It's never been a part of me. <br /> <br />How can I know what I can't hear? <br />It's never been within my ear. <br /> <br />How can I know what I can't say? <br />It's never been my way to pray. <br /> <br />For all is darkness where I am. <br />And all is soundless where I am. <br />All is speechless like a clam. <br />But touching is a joy to me, <br />feeling all that I cannot see. <br /> <br />I feel the sounds my heart does beat. <br />And tastes on my tongue so sweet. <br />It's how my world began <br />until an angel came my way <br />and helped to lift a ban. <br /> <br />And now it matters not to me <br />what I can't say or hear or see. <br />The angel helped me find my way <br />to face another brand new day <br />and finally want to live.<br /><br />Edwina Reizer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-ballad-for-helen-keller/
