In her eyes,
we all flaunt with an aura of unseen
In her eyes,
we all dance to the tune of unheard
In her eyes,
we all sync with the latest theories
In her eyes,
we all are children
in danger to be pawed at
by wild cheetahs and falcons
In her eyes,
we are for the time and beyond
tied to our childhood,
she thinks is our present
In her eyes,
we will never outgrow our clothes, our habits or our tastes
In her eyes,
every mistake
is a fall that happens while we
dance to the rhythm of life
In her eyes,
we can never be a disappointment
but only a child
learning to tread,
learning to live.
_____
Let me remember you as you are, in my eyes, Great Grandma. Don't leave us anytime soon.
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©VioletEden
20thFebruary2017
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Vermillion
PoetryI have been surviving the past few years, counting on my hands, the days taking me, to the impending end. I will not. I will not sacrifice my hands anymore for something so sacrilegious. I color my hands with Vermillion, rub the pages of my noteboo...
