Invisible

A woman, blinded by disease,
Wrote poetry and then,
Inspired to write a novel,
Picked up paper and a pen.

Elastic bands across the pages
Held the pen in place.
With more than twenty pages done,
Not once did she erase.

Her son paid her a visit
And she proudly showed her prize.
He had to break the news, which had
Been hidden from her eyes.

The pages had no writing;
They were blank, ‘cause here’s the kink –
The whole time she’d been writing,
Her poor pen was out of ink!

The local police, forensic branch,
Jumped in and took the case.
The paper’s indentations gave them
Clues they could embrace.

Before too long they did restore
The writer’s missing plot.
She’s back to writing, hoping that
Her novel has a shot.

However, now a volunteer
Types all she has in store.
This writer’s words are out there
And invisible no more!