A deaf-mute brings a cup of tea!
A cup of tea with love so rare;
Love uncommonly seen, I stare;
How do I thank her for her charity?
Often by her mother chided;
A servant in her own house, unpaid;
A deaf-mute, she remains, since birth!
Wearing a smile and full of mirth;
A face quite content to the core;
I want to love her all the more;
My heart with anguish wants to cry;
For unfair things, men often try;
To scores of deaf-mute creatures,
God, a DEAF-MUTE, Himself remains!
copyright by Dr John Celes
Though I usually write lyrics, my work is not near as sophisticated as yours is. I read most of your poems but this one just touched me. I can't tell you how it has made me feel. I am insanely jealous of your writing and wish I could have written this particular poem. It's beautiful, it really is. I don't know what else to say so I am going to stop writing but to conclude: am going to print out your poem to inspire me with my own writing so long as it's alright with you.