I close my eyes tight.
Abandoning my sight.
Hand pressed against my eye,
tears streaming, I try not to cry.
A small whimper escapes my lips,
As I move, and hop, and wiggle my hips.
The coldness soothes. No stinging now.
As I press the flannel against my brow.
The shampoo washes away,
Never in the eye again, I pray!