gomer-b

My memories need glasses.
They are all fuzzy and hard to recall.
Don't ask me about growing up, 'cuz I
can't remember. Ask my sisters instead.
Don't ask me about last year, ask my husband.

When I was in second grade I was told I needed
glasses. With my low self esteem I refused to
wear them. I didn't want to be called a nerd.
From then until high school life was a blur. I
always had to sit near the chalkboard because I
couldn't see.

In high school I decided to get glasses for the
first time. I was amazed at how clear everything
was. I could see the leaves in the trees and
everything was so much brighter.

Now 15 yrs later I still wear glasses to see,
but my memories are fuzzy and out of focus.
I can't remember much at all. I could really
use those magic memory glasses. Do you know
where I can get a pair?

Oh! Wait! That is what a journal is!