My daughter was born without sight. She developed it late, and lets just say that the fact she sees is a contradiction of science. When she became old enough her coloring was the first real indication of how well she could see.
Carefully making small marks amid the lines
It is a wonder this happens
When no one can explain
How those innocent eyes entertain
The view of such simplicity
Precise as a surgeon the colors fill the book
A journal that defies science
A testament to a living miracle
I cannot question the results
Faith is the creator
Of this contradiction of fact
The gift that is bestowed
Otherwise cannot be understood
Blessed by this miracle
The small actions of a tiny hand
Give hope where once there was none.
10/01/1999
Poetry by Kee Zealy
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Inside The Lines
A small hand performs a surpriseCarefully making small marks amid the lines
It is a wonder this happens
When no one can explain
How those innocent eyes entertain
The view of such simplicity
Precise as a surgeon the colors fill the book
A journal that defies science
A testament to a living miracle
I cannot question the results
Faith is the creator
Of this contradiction of fact
The gift that is bestowed
Otherwise cannot be understood
Blessed by this miracle
The small actions of a tiny hand
Give hope where once there was none.
10/01/1999
Poetry by Kee Zealy
Read 43 times
Written on 2025-06-19 at 11:35
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