Smiling Eyes

At the end of each day, You stare out the window and wait, For daddy to arrive, With his smiling eyes.   His truck pulls up in front of the house, He walks slowly and enters. His demure expresses exhaustion, That renders sorrow and fear.   His tired eyes were bright this morning, Now express tiredness from the day's events. You rush to greet him and to your surprise, His eyes are sparkling like Christmas lights.   Now the years have passed, Daddy is now old, Alzheimer's has taken control. He doesn't remember much anymore.   He appears lost sitting on the porch, Then all of a sudden he sees me approach. Again has those smiling eyes and says, Oh it's you honey, just seeing your face, now I'm okay.   ©2014 by Lee Christine Brownlee