Barefoot on Thin Ice HTML version

The glasses
The glasses drive her nuts.
She thinks it better
To be seen
Rather than see
But I know better.
Eyes run in forward and reverse.
Or sometimes not at all.
She forgot the little girl
Who was loved and cuddled
For free.
Now the mother
And wannabe wife.
Her children got
Free hugs and ice cream
And could use glasses themselves.
As could we all
In all flavors of life.
I long to take hers off
At twilight
And see her eyes
At inches.
Full, brown, moist and real.
And spoil the little girl.
No glasses 'til the kids get up
And the ice cream is free.