My Grandma’s Glasses

6 Jul

I’m sure it’s hardly news to you guys that I derive amusement from the search terms that bring visitors to this blog. Case in point, this entire category. So when the one below showed up, I giggled a little:

Then it occurred to me, what if someone really was looking for a poem for their 9-year-old? What if they searched and browsed and scoured books and the WWW and were disappointed not to find it here? What if they went home at night and apologized to their dejected child and they both stayed up worrying all night, the parent racked with guilt and the child quaking in fright at his teacher’s reaction the next morning? And because I’m nothing if not a bleeding heart and carrier of guilt about everything from the loss of a Palestinian homeland to the crisis in Kashmir, I arrived at a decision. “This child shall have his poem!” I cried and stood up with righteous purpose. Quickly realizing that it’s easier to write in seated position, rear end made contact with couch, and I hammered away at faithful Adele.

Here they are, simple enough verses that should hopefully satisfy all concerned parties. As for me, I’ll sleep well tonight, knowing a little boy somewhere averted a nasty remark in his school diary.

P.S. Do they still have school diaries these days?

P.P.S. I didn’t get a single mean remark in my diary. Ever. Thank you for letting me share boast  share.

My Grandma’s Glasses

by Orange Jammies

My Grandma wears big glasses

They’re blurry, thick and round

I bet if I sat on them

They’d make a cracking sound


Like children on a play slide

They slip down her nose

And bounce along her bosom

Everywhere she goes


Grandma says they help her

To sew, to read, to knit

So whenever I hide them

She gently throws a fit


One afternoon I stuffed them

Under the cushions round

And laughed as Grandma looked and looked

Then sighed and groaned and frowned


She tried to make some cookies

And rolled out the dough

But instead of adding sugar

She tossed in salt—what do you know!


She attempted to be helpful

By washing all my socks

But strangely enough what got soaked

Was my stamps in their box!


I shrieked, I howled, I hopped around

In anger and in pain

Salty cookies and unwashed socks

Were driving me insane


I dug under the cushions

The same ones oh-so-round

And pulled out Grandma’s glasses

From underneath the mound


Take them, take them, I pleaded

Let my world be alright

I promised never to hide Grandma’s

Crucial guides to sight


The next morning I arose from bed

And smelled something bake

In my drawer were bright, clean socks

As many as I wished to take!


We had cookies for breakfast

They were a special treat

Especially because, no, only because

They were so very sweet


My Grandma she must love me

I saw a glimmer in her eye

When she announced as her glasses bounced

Our next treat: apple pie!


I make sure Grandma’s glasses

Stay firmly on her nose

This time it was cookies and socks

Next time, who knows?!

6 Responses to “My Grandma’s Glasses”

  1. Rahmath July 6, 2012 at 9:17 pm #

    What a wonderful poem. Took me back to my childhood. It has a classic touch I have read and loved in many children’s classics , like the poems in the book ‘what katy did’ like the poems in ‘Under the lilacs’ or ‘Little Woman’. Loved it.

  2. Aunty G. July 7, 2012 at 10:36 am #

    If ‘My Grandma’s Glasses’ did from guilt result
    Into childhood, OJ, you did a cool catapult
    9-year-old, and pa, aside
    We ALL did enjoy the ride
    In cookies and clean socks we too did exult!

  3. REENA July 9, 2012 at 6:41 am #

    Loved the poem. Could I use it for my child’s recitation competition?

  4. CEEJ July 9, 2012 at 7:21 am #

    Hi OJ! Was persuing through your latest blog entries and enjoying wiling away my afternoon to your literary prowess. Hope all’s well : )

  5. dipali55 July 9, 2012 at 7:23 am #

    Utterly delightful!

  6. Orange Jammies July 10, 2012 at 12:07 pm #

    Rahmath: Thank you for your kind observation. That is precisely the voice I was hoping to create, a familiar comfort from my childhood. 🙂

    Aunty G: I am delighted that you enjoy
    Each time I share a new toy
    Your comments are a thrill
    They’re never overkill
    Please send pictures of your boy!

    REENA: Absolutely. As long as your child says “by Orange Jammies”. 😉

    CEEJ: Ceeeeeeeej! Dear, dear Ceej. I’m la-la-la-ing the summer away in Malibu. How dreadful can life be? 😛

    dipali55: Glad. 🙂

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