Through Her Glasses

They made sure that her new glasses blocked the rays she used to see

That the magic that distracted her as a child, can no longer be

And so she saw the red, yellow, and green lights

Butshe did not see the fairies that turned them on

She saw the clocks turning

The appointments that have to be met

She no longer saw the creatures that helped

And as a 40 year old woman

She remembered dreams she thought she had

of a fairy she befriended

of a troll she chased one night

“It must’ve been my imagination” she thought

Forgetting the glued on glasses all adults had to wear