I'm Sorry I Can't Tell You What

Music: A Ei Di'r 'Deryn Du. Sequenced by Barry Taylor.

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Alpha List Mother's Day Poems Poems About Disabilities Contents Home Copyright by Nicholas Gordon

I'm sorry I can't tell you what I'm sure you'd rather hear, But there's a burden in my heart I can no longer bear. There's an anger I must cross Before I come to you And make my peace with who you are, And try your soul anew. I know I wasn't what you wanted When you wanted me, A healthy, happy baby girl You could raise easily. I was born impaired, and you Have never understood That what I am is whole and fair And beautiful and good. You were sorry, first for me And then for you, and wept, But I would not be me without The fact that I am deaf. I am a gift to celebrate And not a cause to grieve. As a child this was what I needed to believe. I needed but a different road To reach the common goal, But you decided there were things I couldn't do at all. And rather than accept what life Had given in its grace, You looked at what life had withheld And turned from its embrace. Ah, Mother! How you injured me By what you would not own! To love myself I had to leave And make my way alone, And have my children in the course Of what I would become, But always, always looking back To where I had no home.