[Editor’s Note: This is the seventh in a daily series of Janet Hoult poems from “Body Parts,” a collection of poetry about aging.]
Clouds in My Eyes
Is that a cloud before my eyes or are they growing dimmer
Like water covering my face when I was once a swimmer?
I know that I don’t see as well and I am not succeeding
In improving my poor eyesight, as I am busy reading
Without my glasses on my nose; they are such a bother!
The letters seem to change their shapes and blend into each other.
I know that glasses help to fix my aging sight more clearly,
But if I see too well I think sometimes I pay most dearly.
For when I see my loved one’s face all wrinkled and with pain,
I like to take my glasses off and see him young again.
Ms. Hoult, who lives in Carlson Park with her husband Charlie, may be contacted at HOULTight@aol.com
