Looking For Glasses

I wake and everything is a blur to me,
and even if I squint my eyes I still cannot see.
I bump into the chair hoping that they are there,
but when I question my Dad he says why should he care.
My mother I think is in the kitchen cooking food and making a meal,
and I question her about the loss of my specks and says here is the deal.
I have breakfast to serve and your dad is ready to go to work,
some how I think he woke up just to be a jerk.
I am sorry you just can’t find your way, but you are on your own,
You just have to manage this feat alone.
I shrugged; it was like this every day,
But in the back of my mind I knew I had another way.
There she was the blob or what I thought was my Grandmother to be,
maybe if I ask she would help me see.
I stumbled over and asked her for her help in my distress,
and to my surprise she took something from her pocket on her dress.
Here young one I found these when you got ready for bed,
now don’t be late for school or your mom will have you dead.
A chuckle came out of her, and I was off on the road once more,
a dash through the halls and like a jet I was out the door.