Fathers glasses draft

My Father’s Glasses

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I need my father

Like I need my glasses-

The world looks better with them.

His glasses, clear crystal,

Yet tint everything

With a glow.

His eyes seek out

The clear quartz within us,

Its light beams.

The less than fine - (cloudy

He overlooks

Away from his gaze, they fade.

I see my daughter

From behind his lenses, and

I see myself as he must have seen me.

Tiny, helpless, bawling in his arms -

His arms the sturdier for having to

Hold me.

His eyes,

Scanning horizons

Watching my back.

Age adjusts his lenses.

Still

He looks at life the same.

It’s his glasses -

I’m sure - I want to look

Like him.