Their Eyes
Their Eyes
My life’s become an egg shell frail;
Thunderous visions e’er unveil
The eyes of all my precious lost.
No way to ever count the cost.
* * *
All those dear eyes, brown, blue and green,
Ever gazing, though unseen,
With memories behind each pair;
Each way I turn, they’re always there.
* * *
My arms reach out but cannot touch.
I miss my loved ones, oh, so much.
This pain continues ever burning.
Beloved ones, I’m always yearning.
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(C) 2000 Rosemary J. Gwaltney
Poem and Photograph All rights reserved.
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