Dear Lord

Dear Lord…
         …we don’t talk often and I guess that’s down to me
I struggle to converse with those I cannot clearly see
I understand that you’re the one on whom I should depend
And though I ask a favour now… I’m asking for a friend

The special lady in my life, who I think of as ‘wife’
Is soon to trust her eyesight to a fellow with a knife
A simple op will let her kiss her cataract goodbye
An easy thing to say about another person’s eye

Have I hid behind her vision that is blurred and grey
I’ve never had to think about it much before today
But when we met her eyes were clear and I was rather fit
But now her vision is impaired and I have changed… A BIT…

So please, when all is done allow my girl to clearly see…
Perhaps a slightly rosey tint whene’er she looks at me

Amen
Copyright © | Year Posted 2024

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Allison Avatar
September 1, 2024 at 2:31 PM
aww she will be able to see how handsome you are Terry! hope the surgery goes well for her:-) hugs jan xx
Allison Avatar
September 1, 2024 at 4:00 PM
i understand loud and clear lol:-) hugs jan xx
Flood Avatar
September 1, 2024 at 3:34 PM
Thanks, Jan. You do understand, I hope, that my profile image is not my usual look… phew, just checking ;-)
Wolf Avatar
August 31, 2024 at 8:34 PM
Cute!! Good luck there. Maybe you can rent some mirrors from a 'House of Mirrors.' Smiles, Gershon
Flood Avatar
September 1, 2024 at 3:30 PM
I think, on reflection… That might avoid rejection. ;-)
Bauer Avatar
August 31, 2024 at 2:34 PM
ha! nicely done, terry! if this is true, i hope it all goes well for your partner, but i'm sure she'll still find you wonderful in her eyes, even when they're improved...
Flood Avatar
August 31, 2024 at 2:41 PM
A couple of weeks time. Don’t worry, I’ve got a blond wig and a Brad Pitt mask to fall back on. Glad you enjoyed, Ilene
Rodrigues Avatar
August 31, 2024 at 1:37 PM
Terry, I say “Amen” to your prayer. I also pray that you will have great conversations with God. Often I find my voice as I read His word. I know He loves us and cares about the things and people we care about. This is a sweet poem…she is your friend, your wife…I love the slightly rosey tint…beautiful prayer!
Flood Avatar
August 31, 2024 at 2:51 PM
Thanks, Kim. I’ve never been a believer but I would never dismiss anybody’s faith. If it were compulsory to adopt a religion I would be Christian. As it stands, I remain a dubious but hopefully morally decent fellow ;-)
Goldsmith Avatar
August 31, 2024 at 9:16 AM
What a lovely write/prayer. Good Luck to both of you. Next write will be how she is doing???? You both are in my Soup prayers....  Have a blessed day writing away...............
Flood Avatar
August 31, 2024 at 2:54 PM
A light hearted entreaty, Paula. I only hope she doesn’t take one look at me and say, “Didn’t you used to be younger?” ;-)
Cunningham Avatar
August 30, 2024 at 11:28 PM
Yikes, hope it all goes OK for her Terry, my optician told me he could see the start of cataracts, told me to wear dark glasses and avoid sunlight, shouldn't be a problem in the UK. Problem you got now is that she'll see what you're getting up to . Bank account, what websites you visit. Lol. Tom
Flood Avatar
August 31, 2024 at 2:58 PM
Good job your optician didn’t add, “And avoid garlic.” ;-) Terry
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August 30, 2024 at 7:11 PM
Terry, I’m waiting for that op too. I hope all goes well for your special lady… Beryl
Flood Avatar
August 31, 2024 at 3:01 PM
And for you too, Beryl. It’s certainly treated as pretty much a routine op. Anne had one eye done a year ago, but that eye is a lazy eye she’s had all her life, so the improvement was limited. This time it’s her ‘good’ eye, so fingers crossed. Terry
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