A poem for Miss Helen Keller, 1880-1968. NOTE: Fifty-percent of the income from the sale of this poem will be turned over to the Carter Center.

I shall see
after death with the
happiest eyes
The dark they now bear
Will have ceased
Their days will be festive
Full of zinnias and tea
Their aromatic nights
Of gardenias.

I shall sport after death
Two new acute ears
The silence they now bear
Will have ceased
Their days will be festive—
Many booms, many pops
Their nights of the sweetest
Cricketry.

After death I shall throw
The mellowest voice
My audience will travel
Many miles by choice
The days will be rich
And mellifluous
The nights harmonious
And lush.