Poetry of a Blind Girl

mother daughter

Mother , daughter

A young girl she was

Once, a lifetime ago

Now she holds one in her arms.

The hand travels around the face

Over a million times,

Wiping the marks clean

For one it's slow,

For the other it's fast

As many years past

The young girl grew, her baby did too

Leaning on eachother , the only ones they had

They made it through the storm, and now bask in the warm

Now the experience has changed,

The once young girl is nearing her end

Waiting to be young again

Her daughter holds her hand

As she lays in the bed

The elderly woman says hello to her youth

But not a word is said

14/9/2017