A Ballad For Helen Keller

How can I know what I can't see?
It's never been a part of me.

How can I know what I can't hear?
It's never been within my ear.

How can I know what I can't say?
It's never been my way to pray.

For all is darkness where I am.
And all is soundless where I am.
All is speechless like a clam.
But touching is a joy to me,
feeling all that I cannot see.

I feel the sounds my heart does beat.
And tastes on my tongue so sweet.
It's how my world began
until an angel came my way
and helped to lift a ban.

And now it matters not to me
what I can't say or hear or see.
The angel helped me find my way
to face another brand new day
and finally want to live.

poem by Edwina Reizer
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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