One night, a sleepy, eight year old little girl, Mandy jumped on to Grandpa’s lap. Mandy wasn’t just any little girl, for she was born blind. This caused a special relationship to form between the girl and her grandfather. On that night, Mandy made herself comfy on the old man’s knee, threw her little arms around his neck and turned her face towards him. This then started a long conversation:
“What colour is the wind, Grandpa,
is it yellow, red or blue?
I know that snow is white, Grandpa,
I feel it on my nose…
and I know that grass is green, Grandpa,
I touch it with my toes.
They say the sky is blue, Grandpa,
is it really so?
Around every dark cloud Grandpa,
a silver lining glows!
I see fields of white, Grandpa,
sunshine up above
Purple lilacs grows, Grandpa,
in rainbow fields below!
But this is not important, Grandpa,
for if I touch your heart,
I will soon discover Grandpa,
the colour of your love, for me,
gold it will always be”
With that, Mandy fell asleep, leaving Grandpa to wonder if we really need our eyes to see the colour of true love.
25 November 2011
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