Needing Glasses © Poem by Roann Mendriq

Only recently, I realised,
I'm in dire need of glasses;
And so I got myself a pair,
joining the peering masses.

They really do become me,
I look thoughful, don't you think?
But my little son is laughing,
He is really tickled pink.

He says I look like HeadTeacher,
with laughter in his eyes;
He says I now look older,
quite dignified and wise.

I misplace my precious spectacles,
each and every day;
In a strangely and mysterious,
most spectacular way.

Sometimes, they're by the stove,
getting gently, slowly, broiled;
Sometimes, they're by the basin,
Wet but not yet spoiled.

One day, they disappeared,
They vanished in thin air;
I prayed to St.Anthony,
but he didn't hear my prayer.

My husband's quite the dude,
His glasses cost the earth;
I daren't even glance at them,
I know what they are worth.

And so, I was quite perplexed,
when he offered them to me;
Just ten minutes, mind you,
to help me read and see.

Everything was clear to me;
Then suddenly I knew;
I finally saw the world,
from his lofty point of view.