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Unfortunate are those that do not see.

Once sighted or not, do they remember colour or shapes?

To be non-sighted; does it mean your mind's eye sees?

To face the loss of depreciating sight must feel like going ape.

The uncertainty, the fear; the diminishing of other senses.

Loss of a persons, skills, hobbies, talents and sensing terrible shapes.

To learn everything again from the darkness.

What a huge challenge, dear mother.

That your twilight years brought red sunsets; and twilight vision.

Glaucoma must be petrifying, although I know you'll be strong when the darkness comes.

By Anita Griffiths