From the window, she surveys
her garden. A blanket of color
spreads out before her in her
The barren ground calls to her,
begging to be transformed.
She walks outside to the empty
patch of dirt. Deaf to all sound,
nothing interferes with her goal.
A smile extends across her face
as she kneels to the dirt. The
scent of the earth fills her nostrils.
Its warmth flows up her fingers
and through her body.
She is the master here, not the
disabled woman rejected by
the hearing world.
She answers the silent call,
plants the bulbs and awaits
her blooms. Deafness has
taught her many things, the
best lesson was that of patience.
She envisions a garden filled with
red, white and pink Amaryllis.
She has never heard music,
but in her silent world nature’s
colors create their own melody.