Ode To A Deaf Child
By Philip A. Bellefleur
One day I saw a little child as lovely as a flower,
She danced and ran, she jumped and turned …
I watched her for an hour.
This child of God was all the things I’d want my own to be,
Magnificient of heart adn limb a curiosity.
But when God made this little one he didn’t give her sound,
He left her in silent world where quiet is profound.
A deep abyss, a lonely world, away from all who hear,
To never know the voice of man in happiness or fear.
And as I watched her hands make pictures in the air,
A silent unknown rhythm that I could never share.
For in this world of silence the hearing rarely go,
Because they lack the picture words it never can be so.
This causes me to wonder about the world of sound,
What is it that we’re missing where the silence is profound?
And then I knew the answer, it suddenly was there–
To live and love togethere means people have to share.
Thus in the world of picture words where pretty symbols flow,
The meanings of I LOVE YOU is there for all who know.
And so I guess the world of sound will stay a world apart,
Until it learns the picture words, it cannot share the same heart.
