Saturday 3-2-2024 - Glasses
I slip my reading glasses on the side
Confident that tomorrow on my nose they’ll glide
Confident that tomorrow I will still be me
Confident that I will need them to see
I crawl into my comfy bed
Laying down my weary head
There lie her glasses on the side
I pick them up and begin to cry
She thought she’d still be here today
But it was her turn to slip away
I run my fingers across the smooth frame
I stand and wonder - will I ever see you again?
Joanne C Hicks copyright ©️
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