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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE GLASSES AND THE BIBLE, by ST. CLAIR ADAMS
First Line: Where are my glasses?' she would call
Last Line: Looks larger through my mother's glasses.
Subject(s): Mothers
First Line: Where are my glasses?' she would call
Last Line: Looks larger through my mother's glasses.
Subject(s): Mothers
"WHERE are my glasses?" she would call;
"I've left them somewhere; run and find them."
Aware where 'twas she used them most,
I knew the Bible had enshrined them.
And sure enough, tucked safe away
In what seemed Scriptural morasses
They lay; the print just underneath
Looked larger through my mother's glasses.
I'm old now, and my outlook's changed;
My boyhood notions and convictions
Have been discarded, been enlarged,
Been modified with queer restrictions.
But something at the core abides;
My faith, though shrunk each year that passes,
Yet breathes, yet lives. The Book of Books
Looks larger through my mother's glasses.
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