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Jeanet, count the stars around the moon
by Miss  Phoebe

Do you see that woman in her chair-
the chair is labeled 
with her name and care?
Tell her a story,
share your memories with her;
she will rise in glory.
Look at her eyes
when you tell her a fairytale
or a story about the beach
and a sea shell.
See her lighten
like a thunder in the sky.
If you hold her
she wonīt hardly sigh.
Sometimes she sings a song,
when the radio plays she sings along
and if you clap your hands at the end
she will lift her hands
like she is the winner of a race.
Watch the beauty hidden in her face.
If she laughs,
look at the way she holds her tummy;
itīs just so beautiful to see.
You will love to see her laugh-
a smile is the most precious thing 
a person can have.

Donīt bother her
with questions she doesnīt understand;
tell her about the beach, again,
and her golden sand.
Donīt disagree with what she says;
listen to her as she whispers her prayers.
Donīt use your hands when you talk
īcuz her eye-sight went for a walk.
Donīt talk about her blindness
for she is hurt by that;
donīt even start it
for you surely will regret.

Take her to the bathroom,
sheīs afraid to go alone;
her fears override her
for she can do it on her own.
Tell her to believe in herself
and to lose her fear
but if something does go wrong
tell her you'll stay near.
If sheīs on the toilet
tell her not to cry tears
for she will panic out
and fall because of those fears.
Turn the lights on
to make darkness go south,
donīt hesitate to raise your voice
if you speak.
Please do, loud.
She canīt always hear you
but she sure does feel;
she may yell at you 
but her appreciation is real.

Stay with her when she walks
she is too afraid to fall
but if you stay by her side
she will shine her pride
and stand tall.
Wait, donīt let her go before youīve reached the end
īcuz at your destination
she will reach out and take your hand.
She will tell you she loves you
if you feel the warmth in her hand
youīll know itīs true.

If she asks you what to do,
just smile and tell her it's her day off,
that she already worked enough.
If she asks for her daughter,
tell her sheīll be here soon
and, while waiting,
tell her to count the stars around the moon-
she wonīt see them by far
but she can see the ray of light of the star.
If she keeps telling- she is tired,
donīt ask her where sheīs tired of
or why...
she will only yell at you
or give you a big burden sigh
īcuz you're supposed to know.
She worked all her life
from 8 am ītil 5.
If she yells that she canīt see her drink
donīt dare to tell her itīs in her mind,
if that is what you think-
And donīt forget 
the red mug, fork and knife,
she needs them for her sake
to "survive."

Ok now... 
I will let you go.
Tell Jeanet I love her
and that she is on my mind.
donīt forget the rules I told you-
especially not them of her being blind.
Please take good care
for Iīm no longer there.
Please remind her to smile
make her laugh more than once in a while.
If she is full of fear
whisper my name in her ear.
Tell her Iīll visit her soon
and while waiting...
tell her to count the stars around the moon.
        

Poem ID: 49158   Poem Posted: 12/17/2000
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