My Daughters Eyes

To see the world through your eyes… An aching heart is cured simply by a kiss… With paper and crayon a new Picasso is hung… Coffee cans and cooking pots are an orchestra… A twig is a swashbuckler’s sword saving the day… Even alone you create new friends to fill a void… You don’t understand when I can’t see them too… That sweet beauty you imagine has no boundaries… I pray you hold onto it for just a moment more… When you next open your eyes all will be different… Cans will be junk twigs will become kindling and… That faithful friend you created will have faded away… I wish with all my heart you could stay young forever…