He arrived in a family of five, all eyes tightly closed
To hold in the night. As they opened, romping began
For all, save him. At first, he appeared slow, then
We began to see he slept more than the rest. At
Day nine we discovered he was blind. But nature
Reminds us, while it may take time, its care can be
Sublime. What was missing in his sight was far from
A plight: he balanced being blind with a kind of glee
That all could see. His joie de vivre animated play
Day after day as our awareness of his blindness faded
Away.
Loving, playful, moving, as always. xoxoox