My poem ‘Seeing’ is about problems with my sight and of course a little general chit chat.

Seeing   – poem about macular degeneration

on the pond orange and white waterlilies

balance like ballerinas on green leaves  –

                                                                        my eyes still focus I see them

spotted newts glide gracefully as wide eyed

frogs leap up teasing next door’s  tabby cat –

                                                                       my eyes still focus I see them

a flutter of feathers as sparrows dart

in and out of the laurels building nests –

                                                                       my eyes still focus I see them

the stark outline of plum and damson trees

are twisted into a lasting embrace –

                                                                       my eyes still focus I see them

in the distance sky merges with the sea

the downs are now a mass of grey green blobs –

                                                                       my eyes still focus I see them

tiny pink flowers shine on my late mother’s

Oleander as clouds mar their magic –

                                                                       my eyes still focus I can see them

loved ones gather and they talk with their eyes

so I miss so much of the conversation.

Ann Perrin

Sadly our house sale fell through a few weeks ago and we lost our house in Eastbourne. We were packed and ready to go so in the end we decided to move all the packed boxes into the garage, live out of suitcases more or less and start all over again.

Thankfully my eye conditition is responding to treatment. I can still see my giant screen and with the help of a big yellow keyboard can type. Zoom meeting can be a bit of a challenge so tend to avoid. My phone is a lifeline because I use the camera fuction not so much to take pictures but to enable me to see pictures in galleries, landscapes in the open, plants in the garden in close up.