Tuesday, 16 April 2013
In Disguise With Glasses
First my siblings then my kids
down the years have laughed
at photos of me in the glasses
(like Garth on Wayne's World
my kids said) I wore back then,
when myopia offered me the perfect excuse
to look with black-cat's eyes
out at a world whose only promise
was, 'Girls in glasses
don't get passes'.
When my granddaughter finds the photo
of me (taken when I was the same age
as she is now)
she says my glasses are cool.
I look like a comic-book character,
she says. Which I am assured
by her mother, is a compliment.
I have become a cool teen
but way too late.
The only comic-book-character
I can see is in the black-framed glasses,
the rest of me appears diffident;
as if wavering somewhere between
laughing and crying. Behind glass
that reflects all there is
of the world, my eyes wait
for the confirmation
they cannot believe will ever come.
Kay McKenzie Cooke
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