The Eyes of Mom
Her eyes, blue pearls that soothed my soul,
Held me fast and bejeweled maternity.
By her gaze of love, my worth took hold
And a bond was born for eternity.
The light when she smiled, oh the glow
And the stern, loving look of correction.
These led me through highs and lows
And gave my life strength and direction.
Dear mother, you beamed sincerity
In little shrugs or when you waved.
In joy, happiness, grieving and piety
Your eyes, in honest expressions played.
Something transcendent in me raves
And longs for the vision of when
In heaven, revived to see your gaze
My life will be whole again.
Precious few eyes have looked at me
With the God-given sparkle as yours
That could vaporize all despondency
And inspire the greatest of metaphors.
Friend, if you can, gaze again in her eyes
And embrace the moments you're left with.
Too soon her eyes will close where she lies
And the gift of her gaze, will exit.
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