Although I cannot see
Colors no longer matter
What counts is inside me
You don't need to critique me
On my most touching works
A blind child from birth
Unknowingly smirks
In a cave deep down below
Thinking of the theme
To the painting in which
Smiles of children beam
Children happy, but all blind
They can't see this painting
Though they feel that deep inside
Thier happiness is waiting
Don't be sad or cry,
Just smile
These children see the world
In their own way
Written - 5-19-03; 9:49 PM
Added - 6-06-03; 8:14 PM
Jenna White