Language can be learned through the eyes. -- Deaf Proverb
Why is sign language always described as listening with the eyes? Why don't people say that listening is watching with the ears? -- Cleary School Parent newsletter, New York, 1992
What matters deafness of the ear, when the mind hears. The one true deafness, the incurable deafness, is that of the mind. -- Victor Hugo to Ferdinand Berthier, November 25, 1845
Oh that I were an angel and could speak the wishes of my heart And like a trumpet call everyone near To learn of my past,the future,and present I am not everyones ideal of a child from heaven No,I aggrivate,and press your nerves to the bone Yet,that twinkle of my spirit shines through And even when I am going against the grain I rev up every emotion,and make them who I am And you do not reject,you accept me for who i've become And wish that the angel would shine through now and then And when it does it is like the courses of angels are present Saying..behold thy little one,take care of this one please He is very special to us,now he is there to teach you and me And every frazzeled nerve,every turn around the courner I learn I love you even more,more than I could ever know Why is it this love sees beyond the incapasity to relate For I relate to you on some maternal level not known to many It is easy to love when being loved back,harder when it is not Not in my case,you have won my heart through the trials and pain And I plead for more years to learn of your special nature and your special gift The gift of knowing,that your an angel Sent from heaven with this sweet message... Love me for who I am...And what i will teach you. K.Blanko
