This morning I thought I would try,
To write an ode to the eye.
This is not a sad story so dont cry,
It's just an ode to my eye.
It has been over two decades now,
My brother was showing me how,
To swing a club like a bat,
I should have watched out for that!
My left eye he hit and I fell,
To the ground and it hurt like h3ll.
I dont remember starting to cry,
but from there I couldnt see out of my eye.
Many surgeries came the following years,
No more tears, no more tears.
Now I see two of all vistas,
People sometimes think Iam a sista! (lol) (I am hilarious)
Depth perception I have not,
But my real eye I still have got.
Anytime my girls are starting to fail,
I remind them about this tale.
I dont want them to one day try,
to write an ode to their "eye".




