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