eye poem
Last week in Lit class
my teacher, a modest lass
said a collage we're to make
if only for grade's sake
from which images to draw
an eye poem, even of ma.
here is mine.
Through my glasses I see
A juice cup of cranberry.
My favorite director Hitchcock
And a most interesting hemlock.
He did what some merely mean,
He lived his dream to the screen;
Though I doubt if he loved cranberry
As much as I love sweet tea.
To “water” a wanting hemlock
Only today did I enough tea stock.
Through my glasses I see
But a reflection of me.
