I wrote the first poem, just as it describes, after cataract surgery when we were in Adelaide. We had been home a few weeks when the event in the second poem below happened…
See For Me The day after my husband had eye surgery He couldn't see things very well. He loves a little sweet thing for afternoon tea, So when he asked me if I would go And look at the little baked item in the cafe window And tell him what it was, I did. I returned to the table and told him it was not A scroll, as he had thought it was, But it was 'his kind of thing'. His eyes looked hopeful and he said 'What?' It is a chocolate chip, salt and hazelnut cookie. I could tell he was happy being married to Someone who knew his kind of thing.
Gecko Toes It was early in the morning as I saw the object, pale and delicate, in the middle of the kitchen bench. Gecko skin, familiar but nonetheless fascinating, complete with tiny toes. Cats bring gifts to their owners. Sometimes inanimate, but usually dead... mouse lizard or bird...but I have no cat. And so after 38 years of marriage to a human who pays attention, I have a new treasure to photograph or paint or just admire as I often do.
The lenses inserted where the clouded cataracts were removed, give his eyes a shiny crystalline appearance. What he sees is wonderful for both of us.