Daddy’s Glasses


I see the pictures
Snapshots in time
In my mind
On the cellar porch
Naked to the waist
No farmers tan here
Too much farmer here
Bifocals heavy on his face
Hammer in hand
I see him
Standing with three-feathers
In a locomotive
I see him
Always with his glasses
Always with me

Yesterday was glasses day
I don’t care
They are glasses
They are to see
It’s whatever, right?
And there they were
And in an instant
They are mine

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