All the People, I Love

The eyes see and the eyes love what is seen, like my sister playing as a small child; and mother's beautiful face and smiles, my husbands f a t h o m l e s s eyes; my baby so perfect but quite, quite DEAD. I see all that with these sad eyes, and I see their names engraved . . . I see the a z u re sky, the emerald GRASS and trees, the deep B L U E sea and birds that sing ; and all the colors of flowers, I will always L O V E . . . These eyes are fading, I am going blind, not today but in the future; I see my wonderful fa t h e r and sweet grandma. Visions in my MIND play out in vivid technicolor, all the l o v e that is my world; the sunrises and sunsets sublime, the rain and snowflakes; and all the p e o p l e , I love . . . _____________________ July 9, 2017 Poetry/Free Verse/All The People, I Love Copyright Protected, ID 07- 919-144-09 All Rights Reserved, 2017, Constance La France Submitted into the Standard contest, Free Verse on Love III sponsor, Laura Loo. Judged 07/2017 First Place