I went to play tennis on tuesday
with my friend Emma who's blind from birth
I was telling Toby that when I talk to my friends who are blind
I don t look at their hair their chin or their jacket
I look them straight in the eyes and give them my full respect
And if by looking in their dormant eyes
I could make them see
How happy that would make me
But sadly it's not to be  
I spoke to a man about stem cell research
And the possibility it opens up of
Science enabling the blind to see
He wondered with me
Why the blind would strive to play tennis
You may murmur 'that's not a poem '
But I say
THIS IS A POEM
AND WHAT MAKES IT A POEM
IS MY FRIEND EMMA