I loved to see my wife read Braille

Whilst along each page here fingers would sail

Each dot set out in a certain way

Showing each format having its’ say

She was indeed so clever and proud

When she could read it out aloud

She never missed what at times we all take

For granted and at times still make

Whenever she read too much or too fast

I used to ask myself ‘Will her fingers last?’

I used to watch how her finger goes

I could only use my fingers to scratch my nose

With her fingers so important to her

She had to feel just what was there

We all can look yet we’re unable to see

How lucky we all are as our eyes are so free

When I got married I started to learn

How to read Braille and how it to discern

It was so important for me to read

Grade one and grade two all for my wife’s need

In case she ever had to write to me

Nobody knew what each day could be

But when it was dark I just had to shout

‘How can I read Braille when the lights are out?’

                                                                                                                              Leslie (Lewis)