Helen Keller

She touched me in stillness

no sounds could she hear

no stars could she see

yet she smiled as she walked

as if something within gave her eyes

gave her ears

gave her hope

and i who could see the morning sadness

the morning sunshine

the ripples in the gentle stream

hear the winds passion and grace

brushing the branches

of trees

did not see in life

as much as she

Could not hear the many silent voices.

© 2009

Stephen John Kalinich