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Almond Eyes

Grandma with the almond eyes
Needed a seat on the metro
On a warm Wednesday
Afternoon-
I stood up and guided 
Her to mine
As she smiled at me
With whatever was left
Of her eighty-eight
Year old teeth
And although I am
Usually the last one in line
When it comes to
Doing what’s right-
I still felt like
I owed her a lot.
This grandma could be
The cute little
Baby girl whose 
Two toothed smile
And big brown eyes
Caused my
Great grand parents to
Decide they wanted 
To have a child.
She could be 
The woman who
Made the vase 
That was set on
A table in a cafe
And triggered a conversation
Between my parents
On their first
Date.
Or her husband could be
The man who left that
Banana peel on 
The floor somewhere
In Rainy Beirut 
During the 1970’s
Hence causing my
Dad to slip into
Mother’s arms. 
She could be
The person who
Sold my father the 
Rose he gave mother
On Valentine’s Day.
She could be
The uttermost reason
For my existence.
Or she could be some
Random old lady-
I still gave her my seat anyway.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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George   Avatar
January 16, 2011 at 1:36 PM
Dea Maya, I enjoyed this free verse very much. Lainie
Cheeseman Avatar
December 23, 2010 at 12:16 PM
Brilliant write, loved the content and feeling in this poem
Loving Iii Avatar
December 23, 2010 at 8:54 AM
everything you said could be true all of the above couls be true and you the poet could be the only one besides god that knows. the bible is told in such a way. john
Richards Avatar
December 23, 2010 at 7:24 AM
What a thought provoking and creative look at the little incidents in life that change the course of the future....I loved this look at the past, and how it may or may not have been the beginning of who you are! :) Well done!! love, Carrie
Whitlock-Ishway Avatar
December 22, 2010 at 2:44 PM
Beautiful presentation Maya. We may never know hence the reason it's always best to be at our best! Doing the right thing to brighten someone's day is quite the reward is it not? Inspired such a beautiful write...Lay!
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