One more—only one more!
And then my weary arms can rest,
My neck relax, and let
The agony of tension go.
Only one more!
My fingers I can hardly feel;
My legs seem permanently bent
In this position, aching so.
Yet only one more cut,
A row of tiny stitches yet;
Another one—one more!—
Will see the curtain rent,
The light let in.

Ah! wonder unbelievable,
Now I can see;
Such colours I had no idea could be!
My memory had lost
All trace of line and shape
Of daughter's face
And son's strong smile.

Only one more—ah, done at last!
That's ninety-six this week.
Enough! my body cries; no more!
To bend with eye to lens
And hand on blade
Hour after hour.
Today is over—rest at last.
But see, tomorrow is another day
And aching back and burning arms
Will once more patiently their strength impart
To hold the instruments
That bring back sight
And fill my heart with wonder
That my hands could be so used.
Oh, what a gift I have received—
Their sight!