Henry and the Definitely-Needed Shades
Meet Henry, he’s five, he’s bright as can be,
With a laugh that jumps out like a climbing-tree spree.
He wears super-cool glasses, dark lenses, just so,
Even indoors… even when sunshine is low.
“Why shades in the shop?” people curiously say,
“It isn’t that bright on this cloudy dull day!”
Henry just grins (he’s heard it before),
Because his eyes tell a different story, and then some more.
They jiggle and wobble — called Nystagmus, see,
And bright light feels louder than loud can ever be.
So glasses are comfort, not fashion or show,
Though Henry agrees — they do make him look pro.
“And if you hadn’t told me, I’d never have guessed!”
Well meaning, perhaps… but here comes the test:
Invisible things still count as quite real,
Registered SSI — that’s part of the deal.
Henry runs, laughs, and zooms full of cheer,
Confident, happy, exactly right here.
His glasses aren’t costumes, excuses, or pretend
They’re tools for his eyes, his vision’s best friend.
So next time you wonder or start to enquire,
Remember this poem (and the fact we don’t lie):
Some things aren’t obvious, flashy, or loud —
But real all the same — and Henry’s real proud.