My vision’s not the clearest
But if I get really close to my dearest
I can see his facial expression,
Usually meaning “too close Lib” I’m guessin’!
And shopping can sometimes be taxing,
Not an action I choose for relaxing.
But browsing for purses I’ll work through
Reading price is the tough part for me to do
So the trusty wee loupe in my pocket
Ensures that this job I will rock it!
Then when I am out of the store
Dodging traffic is sometimes a chore
So my white cane ensures I feel serene
While I stand and await a “fresh green”
Most fellow pedestrians have sight
And may figure I can’t see the light
So I probably won’t risk my safety
Just to try not to look like a dumb lady.
Then once I am safely indoors
And purses attract me some more
If my white cane is folded away
And I choose one and then go to pay
If I need help and the cashier asks why
That’s when I point out my checkered eye.
If he doesn’t know I’ll tell him what it means
And then once again I’m serene.
