Blind

Walking down the street My daughter holds my hand It's a warm day. Turning a corner A man says hello I smile, and greet My daughter jerks me "what are you doing?" A cutting whisper "I told you Where we are Who is here These people you don't talk to them you just don't." Silence for a second. I open my eyes Blank stare at her "Sweetheart, I see your voice and your heart Your mind and your soul Just like him He is friendly And kind, I see. Now tell me, What can you see That I can't?" I can feel her Discomfort, my blank White stare She pulls me along Does not speak I know she won't. Poor girl can never argue With her blind mother.