Glasses. And a Prayer

First pair.

Mom noticed I was squinting, that

I couldn’t read the signs,

It didn’t take her very long to see between the lines.

Her darling nine-year-old had early

Gotten her birthright,

And now she needed glasses to correct her poor eyesight.

I chose the frames I wanted, watched

The doctor hem and haw,

And finally was fitted without fanfare or hoopla.

For several weeks I wore them, then

One day they disappeared,

And I was back to ‘blindness’, or a ‘something else’ quite near.

Now I was at the church,

With lots of kids one afternoon,

And we were singing hymns and trying hard to stay in tune.

Then a teacher told a story from

The pulpit up the stair,

A story of a child who needed help. And offered prayer.

That tiny prayer was answered,

She was given what she sought,

And I began to think: to say a prayer was what I ought.

No sooner thought, then done, I folded

Up my arms and prayed,

‘Twas simple, but I hoped my need had duly been conveyed.

I opened up my eyes again,

It hadn’t taken long,

I smiled to myself and then went back to singing songs.

Then I noticed something sitting on

The pulpit, quietly,

It looked to be a shadow, and it interested me.

You have to know the span was far,

I really couldn’t see,

But still my eyes kept straying. Yes, it’s strange, you must agree.

And when the service ended, I

Went to investigate,

Hurrying through the throng because I really couldn’t wait.

And what was there? I’m sure you’ve guessed,

My glasses safe and sound,

My prayer had worked and, oh, my precious glasses had been found!

That was the first time I remember

Answers to a prayer,

O’er years and years, I now have used what had been started there.

T’was such a little thing, you know,

A prayer to find my specs,

And who could know that it would have such lasting, long effects.

Newer and . . . improved?

Ummm...

Cause Mondays do get knocked a lot,

With poetry, we all besought

To try to make the week begin

With gentle thoughts, perhaps a grin?

So Mother Owl, Jenny and Mimi

Have crafted poems for you to see.

And now you've read what we have brought...

Did we help?

Or did we not?

Next week, because we have a few,
We'll talk of 'Neighbours' just for you!