Obtaining a New Retina
They gave me a new cornea, and I saw clearly for the first time.
I saw color, which I had never seen with my old eye.
I was amazed and excited, but then the eye began to talk.
What are you doing? The eye asked.
I was dancing, in a happy, joyful, excited, thrilled mood.
I kicked up my legs for joy.
Stop that! The eye commanded, in an angry way.
A really mean, annoying “mind me” now voice.
I loved knowing for the first time ever
The difference between red and green
But my joy was overshadowed
For this eye is nasty, and never stops commanding
This eye does not like to dance, sing or whistle.
She does not want to run, hike, or play racquetball.
I finally realized when I am swimming she is silent.
I have been swimming for two hours now.
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