She sees me - Yes she does!

The doctors say she is blind,
Her senses deeply acute,
Few people I know ooze more joyful happiness,
Than she does at the sound of my voice,
A voice she can distinctly pick out from a million,

She hugged me,
She felt me,
And then she proceeded to tell me,
"You make me feel like a little girl again,
When I see you!"
Oh yes she sees me,
A medical term might describe her blind,
But she sees me probably more than anybody I know,

In her presence,
She gives me a perception of my own importance in this universal cosmos,
That nobody else does,
In her presence she makes me believe,
I am superman,
I am her doctor,
I am capable of anything,
I can protect her from anything,
I can provide her with anything,
All the persecution and doubts from the world,
Could not drown the confidence I feel in her presence,
I have never succeeded in convincing her otherwise,
So I gave up trying,

Despite all the lofty sometimes unreal impressions of me,
She sees and hugs and embraces and acknowledges,
The most authentic forms of me,
She gives me permission to be me,
To be silly, mistaken, mischievous,
To tease with graceful ease,
To be her little boy - her grand son,

And she also gives herself permission to rebuke me as needed,
Always lovingly,
Yea she is blind,
But she sees me more than anybody I know,
In her presence,
I can know her undivided attention,
And nothing else is more important,
This is why when I am in Cameroon for one day,
I try to see her if I can,
To some she is that old blind princess of the Bafut Fondom,
The doctors and the world say she is blind,
But what do they know about seeing,
She sees me and I don't care what the world thinks,
She is my precious grandmother.

Bamenda © December 2014 afesehngwaHilary