Student Poem of the Month — February 2006
 

 
My Glasses   © by   Jessie Cromie

My glasses are tiny windows
Helping me to see clearer.
When I do cartwheels,
They hang down my nose.
When I stand back,
I look like a grandma.
Without them
I would not be able to see.

Previously published in the North Carolina Poetry Society's
Pinesong: Awards 2005. Used with permission of the Poet.
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