A sight I cannot see, yet I know

The flush upon her cheeks

The smile upon her reddened lips

The last light at every dusk

As crimson hue of sunlight dips

The mark of war upon the flags

Of countries tear-eyed from the past

The lining of a hungry mouth

Of baby bird left food for last

The fields abloom with flowers

Buds of roses opening in spring

The hands of children messy with

The strawberries their mothers bring

The algae growing on the shorelines

Of a lake once clear and pure

The blood drawn from a tired patient

Desperately waiting on a cure

The color red is something different

Often dreary yet sometimes bright

But all I say I know from reading

As I am colorblind in sight