There's an incredible blind girl who bags groceries near my house. She greets everyone with poise, charm, and wonder. She never fumbles or makes a mistake. I am in awe of her, and I know my feelings are shared by many. Her name is Tiffany, and when asked how she is, she always replies “I’m tiff-erific!’

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For Tiffany
(She’s tiff-erific!)

To know her is to love her
With a certainty that’s reliable
She stands out without trying
A truth that’s undeniable.
Her presence always changes you
Whatever your disposition
She awakens the best that’s in you
She’s real not supposition.

Always caring ever smiling
With an understanding grace
There’s an aura that surrounds her
Most notable in her face.
You never see her come or go
But you know when she is there
There’s a certain pure angelic glow
That swishes through the air.

She’s a love affair for one and all
A connection to our souls
She glorifies the best that’s in us
The fulfillment of our goals.
She’s of this world in mind and heart
With charm as well as duty,
She's an endless theme of love’s embrace
A triumph of truth and beauty.

She’s an angel sent from Heaven
As sure as there’s such a place
With a certainty that shows in all she does
You can see it in her face.
Her eyes are clear but cannot see
Her blindness stems from birth
Yet she sees with perfect clarity
With goodness love and mirth.