Invisible

A woman, blinded by disease, Wrote poetry and then, Inspired to write a novel, Picked up paper and a pen. Elastic bands across the pages Held the pen in place. With more than twenty pages done, Not once did she erase. Her son paid her a visit And she proudly showed her prize. He had to break the news, which had Been hidden from her eyes. The pages had no writing; They were blank, ‘cause here’s the kink – The whole time she’d been writing, Her poor pen was out of ink! The local police, forensic branch, Jumped in and took the case. The paper’s indentations gave them Clues they could embrace. Before too long they did restore The writer’s missing plot. She’s back to writing, hoping that Her novel has a shot. However, now a volunteer Types all she has in store. This writer’s words are out there And invisible no more!