Poem: Hazy Sight
This poem was written by Sarah Manyiraho whose father has experienced many years of pain and distress because of a retained metallic foreign body in a severely damaged eye, injured in 1981.
I see everything in blur with strain,
I gaze at the future with pain,
I only gaze and stare but in vain.
Foreseen is forewarned,
Alas! I can’t have a glimpse of the future,
I visualise the years to come with fear.
I can’t detect the mirage ahead.
I can meditate and imagine I am in hell,
Will I ever overcome the darkness?
I admire with anxiety the opticians,
I merely counsel myself with optimism,
Poor me, is the worst yet to come?
If only those hazy rays could clear,
If only those trails could cease,
Then I would half as much celebrate.
News and notices in Comm Eye Health Vol. 11 No. 26 1998 –
- Vision 99 International Conference on Low Vision
- International Agency for Prevention of Blindness African Region Congress
- Teaching slide/text sets relevant to primary eye care
- Poem: Hazy Sight
- International Council of Ophthalmology International Basic Science Assessment for Ophthalmologists
- Other teaching resources for primary eye care and related topics
- High quality low cost intraocular lenses (IOLs)
- Aging changes of the optic nerve head in relation to open angle glaucoma