jillio
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I'm sure most of you have read this poem, but one of my deaf students brought me a copy. He carries one in his wallet. I thought it was very touching, and says so much in a few words that I wanted to post it in case someone hasn't seen it.
My family knew that I was deaf
When I was only three, and since then fifteen years ago
Have never signed to me.
I know when I'm around the house,
I try and use my voice,
It makes them feel more comfortable;
For me I have no choice.
I try, communicate their way
Uncomfortable for me.
My parents wouldn't learn sign
Ashamed or apathy?
I never cared about the sounds of radios and bands;
What hurts me most is, I never heard
My parent's signing hands.
Author Unknown
My family knew that I was deaf
When I was only three, and since then fifteen years ago
Have never signed to me.
I know when I'm around the house,
I try and use my voice,
It makes them feel more comfortable;
For me I have no choice.
I try, communicate their way
Uncomfortable for me.
My parents wouldn't learn sign
Ashamed or apathy?
I never cared about the sounds of radios and bands;
What hurts me most is, I never heard
My parent's signing hands.
Author Unknown