Saturday, April 21, 2012


    Her case of prosopagnosia meant that though
    She’d seen and talked with you awhile, when next
    You met her, face to face, she wouldn’t know
    She’d seen you previously, as you’d expect.

    Your name she’d know and what you’d spoken of
    And recognize your voice but not your view,
    The same as well for someone she might love,
    Yet disconcertingly to someone new.

    But over time she’d learned to compensate,
    Developed tricks by which she might recall
    Identities from some distinctive trait
    Or some revealing cue, however small.

         What’s in a name is more than just a face;
         We’ve other ways to demonstrate our grace.