Blind for a Day

As I have said before, I am not a poet. But, some days a poem just wants to get written. I wrote the following one several years ago after being fed up with the world – again. I decided to share it because of my dear niece-in-law’s post yesterday (…

Blind for a Day

If we were blind for a day,
What wouldn’t we see?

Not height or weight,
Not skin or hair.

Not ugliness or beauty,
Not deformity or disease.

Not clothes or jewelry,
Not cars or houses.

Not power or greed,
Not cruelty or righteousness.

Not boundaries or borders,
Not intolerance or hatred.

If we were blind for a day,
What wouldn’t we be?


About Cyranette

I have been writing since I was 11 and am now a grandmother of 9. Aside from my family, I love writing, reading, movies, gardening, genealogy, and travel. I met my soulmate online and we've been married 19 years. I am a survivor of rape, abuse, and cancer. I believe in love, kindness, and common sense. I was born/raised in Indiana and have lived in Massachusetts, Texas, and California. I have visited: most of the United States, British Columbia, Germany, Austria, and Costa Rica. My husband and I would like to visit England, Europe, and New Zealand and to take a train ride along the Canadian/American border. I have written essays, articles, short stories, a romance novel, a self-help book, and several children's books.
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