She was born pink and soft with all of her toes

She had my eyes and her mothers nose

She cried for a moment and then settled down

The angel of my life with hair of brown

Months went by and we watched her grow

Something was wrong and we had to know

The doctor called with concern on his mind

And told me my angel had been born blind

I cried for a while and then I got mad

This was not my idea of being a dad

So from that day forward I started a plight

To be her eyes in life and her heart of sight

As the years passed by she started to grow

Into a beautiful child with a need to know

Each day was spent teaching all that I knew

Until one day when she asked about blue

I tried to define it but my efforts were in vain

Only sighted descriptions were the way to explain

She had no way of knowing what I was trying to say

And for the very first time I failed her that day

Life went on and as she grew

She formed her thoughts on what is blue

Wanting to know just what others could see

Inside her mind it became reality