Wednesday, October 03, 2007

They do not sing as I sing

They do not sing as I sing

They do not sing as I sing,
their jumbled song
a burble of contorted face.
Their rainbow thought
bumbled, tumbled down
a chaotic assault
on alternative reality.

They do not dance as I dance,
their semaphore waving
unintended cacophony
explosions of pleasure.

They do not sing as I sing
but their eyes
are symphonies of joy.
(Thoughts after attending a harvest festival at the school for children with special needs which
grandson Connor attends.)

1 comment:

Carol said...

Wonderful Keith..I also get overwhelmed when I hear those who do not "sing as we sing"..I have a nephew who is 30 he has cerebral Palsy, he cannot read or write and very rarely does he converse, but you know, when he sits down at a piano he plays the sweetest music, which brings tears to our eyes..he taught himself by listening to his mother and sisters..