In ASL they fluently use, not caring about grammar,
Eloquently painting the scene, with their artistic glamor,
Animating their true intentions, using hands they flung,
Expressively use facial gestures, no voices in tongue.
With paper and pen, in whole different world,
Conveying the inner intentions, that their souls unfurl,
Stuck in their deficiency, seeking for the word,
I open my heart, their cries I heard.
I am the Dictionary, like an open book,
In ASL I reverse, various words they look,
Scanning through and through, 'Til they say "That!
that you got it, that word yes that!"
Replied I with nod, happily with a smile,
I Love to help, gleefully making them worthwhile,
Gladly conveying in paper, with pen they go,
I am the Dictionary, helping through and through.
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I really like this poem. I like the way you convey your sense of helping other deaf people find the word or words that they need to communicate through the written word. I feel that you truly want to help other deaf people. You want to pass on your knowledge to other deaf people. That is truly worthwhile. That is something that I want to do -- help other deaf people in the legal field. This is a great poem.
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