Even the Blind Can See - Evelyn Danna

Grandmother settled me on her knee, much to my surprise "Now child," she said to me, "don't mourn my eyes. I see the stars when you speak; the milky way is woven by your words. I see tall trees and flowers covered in colorful birds. I see you in the sky you paint in stories, I see your face in the moon, I see the deer in the forest, Running away too soon. So you see my darling; you are my eyes. You are my forests, my skies. I see paradise when you speak; I feel it when you' re near. So don' t cry for me, my dear." I looked up at my grandmother, my face stained with tears. "You are the best thing I have seen in years."