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My father had blue eyes
They were the clear, deep blue of the lake.
They were the blue of the brightest summer sky.
I always wanted blue eyes.
Mine were brown.
I used to love it when he looked at me.
His smile was sort of impish.
The creases of his face framed his eyes
And etched the wisdom of the years.
My eyes were different than his
But I'd like to think our eyes saw
The same promise of each new day.
The good in others.
The magic of spring.
The love of family.
The promise of tomorrow.
What a beautiful and heartfelt poem you've written. I love all of it, especially the last stanza.
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful! I love the line - the same promise of each new day. Looking forward to connecting this month.
ReplyDeleteI always wanted blue eyes.
ReplyDeleteMine were brown.
These lines caught me. My dad has ice blue eyes I have brown eyes. But if you look close, you can see a slight green ring. Like you I always wanted blue. Like my dad. My green ring is as close as I got.