Her hands reach gently out to me,
as fingers softly trace.
My smiling eyes discovered,
as she explores my face.

Curious, her hands sweep
a face she cannot see.
I sit watching this young girl,
as she's exploring me.

With each stroke, it evokes
a thought of butterflies.
She finds my mouth is grinning,
as tears slip from my eyes.

I wish for her a miracle,
the wondrous gift of sight,
but her giggles let me know ~
she lives in her own light.