Eyelash
I always carefully held the stranded eyelash
Closed my eyes and whispered that one plea
Before blowing on it with all the air in my lungs
Don’t know if my messengers sailed to you
Today I found a thick one as I rubbed my eye
And I tossed it aside
I’m aghast at the response of my fingers because
I still have a plea—
Now that you have him God
Please take good care of my father
Written on:11/04/2016
Contest:'Ten Lines Max' by Brian Strand
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