Never Seeing the Light of Day

A tribute to Helen Keller

Your world,

Was a constant night,

Yet somehow with the words,

You penned,

And the life you led,

You embodied life.


You would never see the faces,

Or hear the voices,

Of those great men and women you met,

But you would eagerly,

Carry on conversations,

With your fingers,

Pressed against their lips.


You’d never hear,

The echoes,

of the thank you’s,

From all of those you touched,

But the voices still echoe,



Copyright Michelle R Kidwell



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