Walking down the street
My daughter holds my hand
It's a warm day.

Turning a corner
A man says hello
I smile, and greet

My daughter jerks me
"what are you doing?"
A cutting whisper

"I told you
Where we are
Who is here

These people
you don't talk to them
you just don't."

Silence for a second.
I open my eyes
Blank stare at her

"Sweetheart, I see
your voice and your heart
Your mind and your soul

Just like him
He is friendly
And kind, I see.

Now tell me,
What can you see
That I can't?"

I can feel her
Discomfort, my blank
White stare

She pulls me along
Does not speak
I know she won't.

Poor girl can never argue
With her blind mother.