Eyes

EYES



My mother’s been gone  forty years or so.
My oldest son was born thirty years ago.
They’ll  sight each other  somewhere  -  not here -
And  to one another they  will draw near    
And with just a glance  it will appear clear
That both  to me  have been  dear.   
When I look at my  son I see my mother :
And ,  yes,  they would know one another,
Though she went  before he came.
I picture their eyes  -  they  are the same
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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