Her Eyes
I asked my grandpa once…what made you fall in love with Grandma…
He smiled, “I love so much about your Grandma…love how much to my life she brings…but I think what made me fall in love with her is how beautifully she sings.
I have to admit at that particular moment Grandpa’s answer came as a surprise to me….for I have heard my Grandma sing…and she often sings off key.
Grandpa must have seen the bewilderment on my face…and my bafflement at his choice…because he smiled and said don’t worry…I’m not talking about her voice.
He continued with another answer that caught me by surprise…
No, he said, I fell in love with the music of her eyes.
Next time you look into her eyes…let it awaken your imaginings….
watch how gracefully her eyes dance and how beautifully they sing.
And even today whenever I think of Grandma….
It is too that memory I cling
Of the first day I really looked into her eyes…
watched them dance
and listened to them sing.
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