Sorry, picture kind-of skewed.

My mother lost her eyesight from a detached retina in the 60’s. A tragedy, because my mother was a pianist, a poet and an artist. She could do none of those things after she lost her sight. (or, at least, she thought she couldn’t)

Saint Cecelia by Lois Jean Guthrie

Cecelia, were your sightless eyes so bent

Upon the keyboard or raised heavenward

That Eros, when his fierce wings beat against your heart

Was denied admission until mind and song

Had tamed him to angelic memory?