The Strongest thread (A poem of heartfelt inspiration)
That girl is so dumb, and such a pain,
she can't spell cat or add, its so plain,
Said a heartless one, her words to bite,
The child's escape, held inside, in fright.
This child can't hear or see, as well,
How then may she ever learn to spell.
The new instructor, drinking coffee, to tell,
As all was then interrupted, by the bell.
This child is tough, but I just can't give in,
Try something new, then start over again.
The devoted teacher so shared, at rest,
As she graded papers of a geography test.
With a little help, and her parents to attend,
Told of her plan, and all was soon to begin.
Before each new days start, and at its end,
A message of hope, in her help, to send.
As a gentle touch, and her hands to guide,
The child's own life, she then held in stride.
By words of braille and all deeds of success,
In her dedication, the student well progressed.
Learning by doing, of each message, so dealt,
Understanding so fostered, as how this was felt.
True genius, a brilliance, inside of such a child,
Released to all, this thread, then to be reconciled.
The gift to this world, that sweet Anne did give,
As greatest inspiration, for each life to be lived.
A child named Helen, great teacher, one day to be,
And she, a marvelous joy, for our world to see.
A grand provider, that of the most human kind,
The strength within us all, and for us all to find,
Is the best of each, the human spirit so reached,
In this discovery, no more, are we all so blind.
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