...KLARA HITLER - HIS MOTHER'S EYES
Does not the glow of Heaven call to mind
The tears of ev'ry mother in her plight?
Such beauty was the love he'd never find,
Perhaps to lead him on, through wrong or right.
And so, this Alter Boy, who loved to sing,
Swelled up her heart, and made her blue of eyes,
Much brighter than her chosen love could bring,
To guide her Alter Boy through truth or lies.
Always he'd feel his mother's tender glow.
Perhaps to make the wrong seem not so bad,
And if she wept alone, he'd never know,
Because his mother's love is all he had.
And all the pain of knowing, truth, it dies,
changed not the color of his Mother's eyes.
© Ron Wilson 2012