by Mark Kodama
hot chocolate
The
yellow lamp glowed dim in the early hours
The
sun has not yet risen this winter morn.
Black
strands and dark lenses veil my sight
The
winter solstice is upon me.
I
can barely see and can no longer read,
A
blurred sojourn though God’s garden of life.
Yet
the color of roses still bring tears
I
can see the blurred face of a friend
Taste
the goodness of hot chocolate,
Smell
the turkey roasting in the oven,
And
hear the laughter of children
No,
my fading gaze cannot diminish my days.
There
is plenty of life to be lived.
If
I cannot see as clearly as before
What
I can see moves me more.
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