Andrew's heartfelt poem about Braille

Posted: 22/10/2015 | Education,

A heartfelt and deeply moving poem by Royal Blind School’s Andrew Pettigrew (14) was recently acclaimed during National Braille Week.

Andrew, a keen poet, recently attended the Scottish Parliament as part of an exhibition to celebrate the development of Braille.

In aid of the event, Andrew read his poem which was inspired by a visit to Louis Braille’s birthplace.

The poem, titled ‘Who is my Hero’ was very well received by members of the audience.

 

Who is my hero?

 

I did know not yesterday.

However now I am certain,

that this hero will forever stay.

 

Though I've never met him,

he made my path clear,

a path to succession,

a path that will always be there.

 

Though troubled times break my heart,

snuffs out my inner candle.

When my eyesight and my hearing,

are far too much to handle.

 

Then the light flickers,

the sun shines once again;

and the joys of reading and writing,

will always make me sustain.

 

Though I have courage,

though I have imagination;

sometimes it proves hard,

to keep my determination.

 

Still my hero calls me,

still I follow in his tracks.

He makes the barriers fewer,

as the knowledge stacks.

I write my tales,

I write my songs;

to encourage my friends, my family,

to help them get along.

 

By friend and by family,

I mean it true in mind;

by friend and by family,

I mean the fighting blind.

 

Though some I have not met,

I will never truly forget,

that we're going through the same,

with no clear accusation of blame.

 

We fight for independence,

we fight to kill the tenseness,

that, like a flame, always grew,

the tension between us blind and sighted you.

 

A love for freedom,

a love for books;

a desire for inner self,

and not a care for looks.

 

Never mind the clothing,

never mind their disability;

just remember their mind,

or their lovely personality.

 

For, without dislike in our veins,

then no changing in our brains;

no war, no fight,

no difference, like no sight.

 

And through the struggle,

we must make the rest realise,

that we're all the same,

gender, colour, ears or eyes.

 

And who is my hero?

the hero I followed in his trail?

a man who was both kind and wise,

a man who at only three lost his eyes;

is, without doubt, without question,

without a lingering stop or hesitation,

Louis Braille.

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