A Poem from Janet Cannon's  Poetry Room at IsleWrite.com


he listens with his eyes
giggling at my awkward
attempts to speak visually
to his born deaf ears

besides finger spelling i
show him the new signs
i learned today my hands
saying the moving words

good morning my friend
how are you today please
forgive me trying to talk
without knowing how

Poem by  Janet Cannon

Previously published in
Oracle Fine Arts Review
(University of South Alabama)