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It was my first day back at work…I was behind the counter in the store…when a woman pushing her baby in a stroller walked in through our front door.

I greeted them as I always do…Mom nodded when I caught her eye…and I waved to her baby…who waved back…as he went rolling by.

After shopping for a

Categories: deafness, sound,
Form: Rhyme

Deafness Is Serious

Old Clarry was deaf; yes deaf as a post,
and couldn't hear a word that was said.
But he'd sit alone while we conversed,
when we gathered in young Harry's shed.

I suppose old age gets us all in the end,
but Clarry's still here and he's ninety two.
He doesn't need glasses and his heart is okay;
it's just this deafness

Categories: deafness, humor,
Form: Rhyme

Do You Believe In God

As they watched a field of flowers gently swaying in the breeze
sitting mesmerized and awed
A young girl looked at her dad and signed.
“Daddy, do you believe in God?”

Her father paused a moment
stroked the hairs upon her head
then looked into her eyes
“I do.” He signed and said.

“Do you ever wonder why,” she signed 
as from her

Categories: deafness, father daughter, god,
Form: Verse

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Could I Stand It

Living in a world of darkness.
Could I do it?
Could I imagine it?
Could I relate?
Could I?

Living in a silent world.
Could I do it?
Could I be this brave?
Could I stand it?
Could I?

Living in a world of hate.
Could I do it?
Could I survive?
Could I glean any happiness?
Could I?

Categories: deafness, introspection,
Form: Free verse

Deafness

In a way I envy deaf people. 
For they never have to hear
The words that leave your mouth.
They don't have to hear the wars
Of insults that rage in school
Halls.
In a way I mourn deaf people.
For they never get to hear
Spoken poems or a piano's 
Music.
Which is better,
Never to hear guile
Or
Never to hear beauty.

Categories: deafness, allusion, art, beauty, emotions,
Form: Free verse

Deafness

I just hit the wall.
I am not crying to it. It is filled
with peeping holes. Light strobes
there are none because it is dark 
out here.

What do you think of me?
I can sing. I chant weird mumbles
that passersby frown at. I howl
like a dog in heat, begging 
to be copulated. At times I am quieter
I spit

Categories: deafness, depressionme,
Form: Free verse