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Your eyes
When I think about your eyes
or see you in a picture
my heart tugs (weakens)
I feel as if
someone is pulling my insides out
tearing me up
ripping my heart
into tiny pieces of paper floating in the sky
then I put your picture away
I try to concentrate on the news
anything
but
the hue they cast
how they sparkled ( I swear)
when you smiled
I think of how
you could have plastered my chipped walls in less than a day
so insignificant to others but heartbreaking to me
you were the first man to love me
the first man to leave me
you flew away
and time to time you come to visit
I see you in the shape of a
monarch butterfly
a cardinal bird
you find my lost things
you leave me gifts
I know it is you
with your twinkling brown pupils
and brilliant mind.
My tears are formed in the shape of
an angel, satyr, Minotaur, Nereid
and all the mythological creatures
you read to me
when I looked up
into your shimmering eyes.
The cancer took away the shine in your eyes
but I know you still remembered me
your daughter
and how I stole you away for a few minutes
and took you outside to see the bright sun
to escape that hospital smell that chokes us.
Comments:
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A sad and beautiful poem. The kindness of the eyes of love keep us safe and content. Hard to be in places like hospitals where we wish to be in a better place.
Hi, thank you for the kind words. You’re absolutely right about hospitals. I appreciate you following my blog.:)
beyond moving, I really love this.
thank you:)
How often have my memories of those moments been reawoken by the words of another? And yet, despite the pain that comes, I must thank you for this. It is beautiful, what you have shared here.
Thank you for such thoughtful words. Memories and moments go hand in hand and when loved ones are lost that is all we have left (sadly). Thank you for following my blog. I truly enjoyed yours as well.