by Mark Kodama
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.