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Giny with Brady and Ruthie!Today I was with my friend Alicia and we were talking about her baby's eye. He is just two weeks old and he is going to need some testing done on his left eye. I saw the doctors name on her calendar and it was the same doctor my sister Giny used and maybe still sees sometimes. She had an eye injury when she was little which required alot of doctor visits, surgeries, patches, contacts, glasses, crying and patience on her part and our family. She wrote this poem several years ago about her experience. I have it framed in my house and like to read it every now and then.
A Little Girl’s Eye
The story began when she was six years old
Little did she know it would be such a long road.
The day was sunny, not a cloud in the sky,
But she would never have guessed what would happen to her eye.
Not long had the family been home from church that day,
When her sisters and she would go outside to play.
While they were playing, something took place,
That none of them were prepared to face.
There were about five of them playing in the yard,
When it happened then that the little girl was caught off guard.
One of the boys was slinging a metal tent stake
And the little girl ran into it by mistake.
When the metal hit the little girl’s eye
It was then that she began to cry.
She was rushed into the emergency room
Where she would be cared for very soon.
The doctors that day saved the little girl’s eye
But they could not have done it without Jesus the most high.
It seemed like to her it was a very long sad day and
She really didn’t know what she wanted to say.
Each day that came, it started all over
She would want to hide like a little clover.
It bothered her a lot for people to have to see
What her eye looked like and what it couldn’t be.
As the days rolled on and the years went by
The little girl couldn’t help but ask “Why?”
It seemed sometimes that it wasn’t right
For her eye to have lost its precious sight.
Throughout the little girl’s life she suffered with pain
Not knowing that it was only for her gain.
The little girl now is several years older
And because of this injury, she is a lot bolder.
Giny Burk April 14, 1998
The story began when she was six years old
Little did she know it would be such a long road.
The day was sunny, not a cloud in the sky,
But she would never have guessed what would happen to her eye.
Not long had the family been home from church that day,
When her sisters and she would go outside to play.
While they were playing, something took place,
That none of them were prepared to face.
There were about five of them playing in the yard,
When it happened then that the little girl was caught off guard.
One of the boys was slinging a metal tent stake
And the little girl ran into it by mistake.
When the metal hit the little girl’s eye
It was then that she began to cry.
She was rushed into the emergency room
Where she would be cared for very soon.
The doctors that day saved the little girl’s eye
But they could not have done it without Jesus the most high.
It seemed like to her it was a very long sad day and
She really didn’t know what she wanted to say.
Each day that came, it started all over
She would want to hide like a little clover.
It bothered her a lot for people to have to see
What her eye looked like and what it couldn’t be.
As the days rolled on and the years went by
The little girl couldn’t help but ask “Why?”
It seemed sometimes that it wasn’t right
For her eye to have lost its precious sight.
Throughout the little girl’s life she suffered with pain
Not knowing that it was only for her gain.
The little girl now is several years older
And because of this injury, she is a lot bolder.
Giny Burk April 14, 1998
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