Mayola was age forty-three.
When she began to notice that it was getting hard for her to see.
She was in denial for a year or two.
It was even hard for her to see birds as they flew.
Her friends had to pressure her into going to a doctor for the eyes.
Her new eyeglasses enabled her to see clearly again the beautiful flowers and trees.
What a wonderful surprise.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love the poem. Beautiful. Sometimes we prefer to ignore our ills while a simple visit to an expert could make a big difference. The gift of vision is perhaps among the most beautiful we received at birth.