Perched upon her nose, I help her to see the world
In all its beauty and its faults
The dew on the grass, a spring morning
A crude drawing from a classmate of her being boiled alive
Stars, millions of stars on a clear country night
The boy that she dated once, asking for more
The mountains of a country far from home.
The choir singing at her grandmother’s funeral.
I help her to see the world,
sometimes I wish I didn’t make it so clear.
- Kevin Oliver
National Poetry Writing Month 2019, day 17: Today’s prompt was to write about something from an unusual point of view; this one is from the perspective of the glasses worn by a young girl. The title comes from either the country classic by John Conlee or the R&B hit by Kelly Rowland, depending on your age and musical taste.
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