Author: Matt Harris, author and owner of thepoetspoint.com

The kindness you showed stirred in each flawed ear

when you plugged them with hearing aids gratis that day:

Some sounds that had abandoned me I can now hear,

like the tap, tap, tapping of my blind white cane, helping me steer

to the swooshing sea brushing the shores of Chesapeake Bay—

the kindness you showed stirring in each flawed ear.

The chorus of chirps in the trees so clear

through the tinkling of angelic wind chimes helping me say

some sounds that had abandoned me I can now hear,

like the sizzles from the skillet as sausages sear

and the beeping microwave finishing up my fish fillet,

the kindness you showed stirring in each flawed ear,

a whisper that still quite often brings me good cheer

whenever a forgotten sound comes alive along the way:

those sounds that had abandoned me I can now hear.

Even as that plague of Usher Syndrome brings deafness near,

I still often thank Jesus whenever I pray

for the kindness you showed still stirring in each flawed ear,

and for the sounds that had abandoned me I can now hear.

Matt Harris

Blind and Hearing-Impaired Poet

August 7, 2024

Photo taken by: Amanda Gene Harris