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Poetry by Touch

 

It’s gradually giving me the news in stages,
In phases that gently come and go at first sight.
As if this way it hopes like others going blind,
I’ll recognize respect it’s showing me in time.

When it comes to my having senses up till now,
I’ve had advantages for all these many years.
I should feel lucky and of course sometimes I do;
The irony: going deaf sounds better to me.

I mean no pun intended in what I’ve just said,
For all of us, here and gone, it’s a luxury.
It’s not by birthright giving me a choice to make,
By faith, I’m a believer, in the hands of God.

There still is time to do the things I love to do.
It is the air in trees & sky, the breeze & hush;
A cherish’d walk & talks by moonlit rendezvous,
And poetry to write, to read aloud to him.

When I thank him for the difficult things in life,
Suddenly they are no longer as difficult.
Written by Heaven_sent_Kathy
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