Eyes
EYES
Her eyes are blue and mine are brown.
They talk of her throughout the town.
How pretty her eyes some people say.
They're blue like the sky
on a summer day.
My boyfriend prefers the eyes I have.
At least I can see,
for that I am glad.
My eyes are brown like the earth he said.
I hope he'll remember that after we're wed.
by Janet Marie Bingham
Copyright © Janet Bingham | Year Posted 2019
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