In the Eyes of My Grandchildren
No music nor color nor loveliness of earth tones
grips my heart - like the eyes of my grandchildren
no emotional emination - thrills me
like the motion in their step
I am elevated in their presence
taking flight from their energy
knowing all is theirs - because they believe it
upon their leaving - I must ponder
How to gather such wonder - as they are
did I ever possess the power that radiates
like the fire of certainty
that all is only now
That yesterday is past - tomorrow will wait
to devour today with laughter and love
Ahh - one time I did - I remember - I go there again
every time I see - the eyes of my grandchildren
Copyright © Katy Weir | Year Posted 2010
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