My Katrina

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Until mid-summer of 2023,
A couple of weeks before school started again,
I noticed your pupils were different sizes,
Indicating the start of your blindness, a sign of pain.

I wish you never had visual problems,
Even if you had the house mapped out in your head.
It pained me to see you constantly bump into things,
Navigating the world with a heart full of dread.

You weren't fully blind, just struggling up close,
With your sight still intact from the sides,
But away from you, I felt like a ghost,
As I knew it hurt you to see anyone sad inside.

I broke down in the bathroom,
Tears streaming down my face, heavy and hot,
Thinking about all that we’d been through,
Worried this was your end, a heart-wrenching thought.

Each moment felt like an echo of fear,
As I held you close, wishing for a cure,
The love we shared, so precious and dear,
Yet the pain of losing you felt too hard to endure.