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Mama’s Eyes
I’ve heard eyes are the windows to the soul.
And with Mama this has to be true.
What dignity
and kindness those eyes hold.
What gifts of truth and honesty exist;
in windows of green and blue.
Mama’s eyes could
see when I was sad.
Mama’s eyes could see
when I’d been bad.
Mama’s eyes could see
when I didn’t fit in.
Mama’s eyes could see
where I’d really been.
Mama’s eyes could see when I told a lie;
And then Mama’s eyes
would make me want to cry.
Mama‘s eyes knew I
was not like everyone else.
Mama’s eyes liked me
just for myself.
Mama’s eyes never
cared that I was slow.
Mama’s eyes never
left me feeling cold.
Mama’s eyes could
make me feel so strong.
Mama’s eyes could tell when I felt alone;
Then Mama’s eyes
said I was welcome home.
If the world belonged
to me today.
With all its rivers,
mountains and skies.
I would give it all
away.
Just to see it once
through Mama’s eyes.
Written June 17, 2002
for Mama on her birthday.
Thomas her son.
