Cow Tipping Press – Untitled Sonnet By Terri P.

I learned it all from an old blind woman
While sitting on a bench
I saw her walking up the street
With her white cane and collar neat
She told me things I did not know
of joy and sadness and of woe
She told me I was not flesh and bone
But a spirit, bright and true
She said she was from a different world
of bliss and angels bright
These angels blessed her with a gift
A gift of lack of sight
With this gift, she could see so much more
She passed her gift to me to explore