BEAUTY AND THE BLIND BY FIONA CUMMINGS
What is beauty?
Is it given to us as a gift?
Or do we look upon it as a duty
When we experience it, how do we feel?
Does it make us proud, give us a lift?
Like a pack of cards, a shuffle and a deal
At birth who decides what we will look like, our parents features
we may steal
They say beauty is in the beholder, but is that real?
When we get older, do our loved ones still see us in the
same way?
Who taught our mind, that flowers are beautiful?
As for those who are blind, how do they perceive a petal?
How do they know when it’s a beautiful day?
What is beauty to those without sight
I can tell you a feeling of pure delight
Something that should be soft feeling like silk
Something plush, is all in the touch
A relaxing day, without a rush
To feel the sun upon their face
A baby’s outfit all in lace
To smell the grass, to share a laugh
To hear kind words, and be sang to by birds
To know your heart is full of love
To thank God you are alive, from high above
We don’t see the stars, and this is something I miss
But we feel our loved one’s kiss
When we are not there, we know we are missed
So other ways to learn about beauty
It’s not all what the eyes see
It’s more than that
Beauty is all around us, and that’s a fact
(c) Fiona Cummings
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