"Connie's Cataract Surgery"

There was a softly, small grey cloud,

that slowly took my light.

It made me think the edges dimmed

and 'fast approacheth' night.

My mind forgot the cheerfulness of panoramas grand,

and only saw the pastel and uniformity of sand.

But, there is hope to take away the interfering curtain,

restore the clarity of sight, and all the details certain.

Today I'm almost overwhelmed!

The circus came to stay.

I paid an hour of darkness,

and they took my veil away.

by Connie Northup