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The Eyes Have It
The Eyes Have It
At our Aunt's funeral in 2004, a cousin called my name and said, “Hi”. He picked me out of a crowd of relatives as if we had never parted.
I could not believe that he remembered me from our childhood 40 years before. The fact that I also wore glasses and was fully bearded, did not disguise me in the least.
It did not matter to him the color of my hair whether black or grey. My height or waistline was of no interest to him. It was not the sound of my voice, because he spoke to me first.
My cousin's ability to recognize me so easily on that unhappy day will forever be a "magical moment" for me. My curiousity got the best of me. So I was forced to asked him how he could possibably call me out so convincingly. Without a pause, he so imfatically said, "It's your eyes". Some of us will need to look for a scar, a birth mark, or some similiarity found in relatives. Others might even need a finger print. But when in doubt, ask my cousin and he will tell you that if it's truth you are looking for, the eyes have it.
07072017PSContest, The Eyes Have It, Daniel Turner, NA
Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2017