Seeing Eyes

This one was written when I was working with people with varying disabilities. This one was inspired a young woman who was deafblind from birth, due to her mother having contracted German Measles during pregnancy.

Oh! Good Grief - What is that?

It's my drink.

Not a sign.

Not a word.

In my face!

SPLAT!

Don't just grab me,

Push and shove.

Let me know you're coming.

A gentle touch.

A gentle breath will do.

I sit here worried.

What's coming next?

When will it be?

And, from where?

Put something on the table?

I didn't know!

I moved!

Oh Dear!

And on the floor it goes!

You shout at me for spilling!

You call me dumb and daft!

You're the one who's stupid!

Because I'm blind - you see!