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by Denny Lancaster
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Sounds go fading each progressing day
but now a new friend to help is found
and ease your need to face me and say,
for one day my dear, I'll hear no sound.
Fingers are formed, both oval and round,
while this new ASL alphabet is found
and soon we have mastered each sign
to find life is not perfect for God and I, fine.
Then we can share moments when you too
reduce your signing errors to just a few:
For ASL is just another language to speak
and soon we can be both silent and meek.
In my growing silent filled world, no sound
could ever fill thoughts in my heart now found,
for instead of engaging my mind, now my heart
takes the place of thoughts I now do start.
Silence grew and another friend we write,
deft fingers with SignWriting now light
on our keypad and e-mail's we send,
for on any translation we can now depend.
But I was not content with friends, just two
and my Oralist training just grew and grew;
Now I can communicate with my three friends
for in my silent world on them I can depend.
Footnote: All of us lament putting things off and then to find out in passing we are too late. Writing a poem about the reasons for creating our Talking Hands Award was one such
lament until a chance meeting with a delightful lady named Judy, through my excellent Korean friend Jin-Seok, Kim.
So this poem is dedicated to the spirit of my grand mother who taught me signing, Judy who inspired me to finally write the poem, Heather Whitestone McCallum who in my humble opinion has and will
continue to inspire all of us because of her inner and outer beauty and a reason for presenting the Talking Hands Award.
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