O. Kris Widmer
Three Word Wednesday: Required: Pluck, Rebel, Shady
My sister trims our mother’s eyebrows, plucking the longest hairs -
Then ushers her into the last shower she
will have in a week. We must keep
soaping agents out of her eye,
We browse magazines while our friendly friend
(an Ophthalmologist) coaxes out the hazy lens out of her Right eye
The surgery is successful and we take her home.
Come nightfall, we put on the provided eye-patch
and tuck the octogenarian pirate rebel into her covers.
Tomorrow, she will spend another day
within the shady shadows of her oversized goggles
to emerge with 20/30 vision, and await a repeat performance
in her left eye.