Those Poor Reading Glasses!

I lay here at the bottom of this purse
inside this leather case
waiting to be remembered.

When she bought me, I was the end result of her
feeling of growing old with the
tired eyes of an English teacher
doing nothing but reading most of the day-
books on how to teach
books to be read aloud to students
student papers to be graded
young adult novels to be referred
children's books to put a child to sleep at night.

She picked me because I looked
hip and cool with my
rhinestones and scrolling sides.
The multi-colored thickness of the rims helped.

She used me for awhile and then
put me away in her purse
to be used later...
when she needed me...
after her eyes got tired again.

I lay here at the bottom of this purse
STILL waiting to be remembered.
She turns 40 next month.
Maybe there's hope for me yet.