Holidays Memories
Sweet sweet memories,
The feel of sunkissed dew upon a face,
The feel of a wee tiny baby's hands,
The memory of hearing raindrops,
I cannot hear, but I can feel.
The steady beating of a loved one's heart,
The look of anguish on lovers faces as they part,
The cry of joy, laughing dimples on a face,
Christmas is near!
The floating of clouds across the sky,
The trembling of a nervous guy.
Feelings and memories,
Tell me, tell me, once again:
I do not hear, yet I can see,
I can hurt, and I can cry,
I can laugh and I can die,
Jub because I am deaf,
I am no different from you.
Being deaf is not a tragedy,
But an asset for me.
Donna Layne Roberts 2002
Donna Layne Roberts
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