Friday, September 12, 2025

When Blank, Poetic Asides

 

When My Eye Gets Better

 

When my eye gets better,

I will celebrate.

Six weeks seems long

On eyesight to wait.

 

It is getting clearer

For my left eye,

But since I had surgery

You’ll hear me sigh,

 

From frustration

And soreness and pain.

I can hardly wait

To see clearly again.

 

So I’ll call my friends

To have cookies and tea.

And we’ll all celebrate

The fact I can see.

 

 

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