Helping Hand

As I sit on the last step. 
I hear a bluebird sing. 
And a child asking for help. 
As my phone began to ring. 

I arise and walk down into the sand. 
I listen as the waves are crashing. 
As my father holds my hand. 
I feel the sun through the clouds slashing. 

My first trip to the ocean. 
Strange smells and sounds all around. 
How do you get through all this commotion. 
My family and I dig in the sand beneath the ground. 

I am seventeen and just graduated high school. 
I couldn't go with the rest of my class on our senior trip. 
My family thought they would surprise me. Cool. 
We run and play as the waves hit my hip. 

I graduated top of the class. 
With my choice of college to come. 
I'm still young and full of sass. 
I look at the world different than some. 

A day in the sand and sun. 
With my red hair and fair skin I feel the burn. 
We all carry weight at times feels like a ton. 
A simple life is all I yearn. 

I taste the salt on my lip. 
As I shower to clean the sand. 
I grip the tub and try not to slip. 
And call out for a hand. 

 Not used to the setup in this room. 
So mom comes in for the save. 
Tears in my eyes you all start to assume. 
All the help that I've been gave. 

My dad always told me. 
So many gifts I did receive.
For the world I want to see. 
But with no eyesight I grieve. 

Now you know I was born blind. 
The world is different to me.
But it has not put me behind. 
For with touch,sound and smell I see. 

I thank god for his gifts he has given. 
All the extra feelings. 
I'll go on living. 
Underneath the worlds blue ceilings.