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Amblyopia Poem Amblyopia, amblyopia What are you? Its usually one lazy eye And thank God not two!
My little Tike Peddles his bike. But can he see? I wondered because He peddled into a tree.
So I took him To the Eye Doctor To get the facts. As to why he can't see. And you can imagine what came back.
My little Tike is only three. But what a way to start: One good eye instead of two. But he is so smart… I didn't have a clue.
He wears a patch Over his good eye. The doctor told me why. Patch him four hours per day! But all he does is cry.
Bribes and pleading Don't seem to do. My little Tike Doesn't like his patch But nothing else will do.
So he yells and screams And acts like he's two. But try wearing a patch And you would cry, too.
How long, how long? He just started to talk. Four hours per day And all he does is balk.
So we struggle With my little Tike. But he is getting better. Not soon enough! Or so says the baby sitter.
Twenty - twenty His doctor reported. No more patching. No more sassing. No more thrashing.
My little Tike is happy And I feel better. My little Tike's lazy eye Is cured. And so this letter.
Ohio Amblyopia Registry I want to thank you. For the patches and literature And for case management too. You were a life saver. And my little Tike Thanks you too.
This web site is funded by The Ohio Department of Health, Bureau of Child and Family Health Services, Save Our Sight Program.
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