[Editor’s Note: This is the third in a daily series of Janet Hoult poems from “Body Parts,” a collection of poetry about aging.]
Have You Seen My Glasses?
Have you seen my glasses?
I know they’re here somewhere.
I’ve already looked in the kitchen
and checked out the lazy boy chair.
Do you think the dog has snagged
them and hidden them in his bed?
They shouldn’t be too hard to find
with frames that are bright, bright red.
Please help me try to find them;
your eyes are better than mine
I’ve looked all over and really don’t want
to waste any more time.
You’re saying to look in the mirror
and my glasses will be there?
Well isn’t that really something,
there they are nestled in my hair!
Thanks for your help in finding them,
perched on top of my head.
Now I can see to get things done
and not have to work blindly instead!
Ms. Hoult, who lives in Carlson Park with her husband Charlie, may be contacted at HOULTight@aol.com
