Hannah's Poem: Why We Need Braille
When I was young
The world was dark
I’d open a book, but couldn’t see
All the wonders waiting for me
I felt my first dot
But like it, I did not
You see it was hard
And I was on my guard
But practice perfected
I no longer objected
And after a while
It made me smile
Dots became letters
Letters became words
Words became stories
And stories became pictures
Finally I could see
All the wonders waiting for me
I wonder what my life would be
If it wasn’t for Louis or NBP
Braille is my language, my code
The way I write and read
And since I cannot see
Braille is what I need.