A Single Sight Poem by Maya Trowborst

People are born with only one eye
But will have many by the time they die

A child will only see one sight
Or maybe two by the end of the night

For that child took one of her mother's views
So she sees the world in only black and blues

But by the time she's older
Her vision is broader and bolder

She sees not one way, like before
But so much more

She sees her ignorance and blindness
And how the world is filled with at least some kindness

It's no long the black and mournful blue
Of her mother's world

And now it's no longer a single hue.