The most beautiful eyes

I can see me in your eyes,

can you see you in mine?

She asked.

In your eyes, little girl,

I see roads and skies

patterns that capture thought-train

randomness that turns heartbeat into petal

and road into river.

In your eyes,

my petalled-heartbeat,

I see thorn and laughter,

tear and resolve,

breaking, breaking and breaking

renewal, renewing and reward,

a child, mother and sister,

impossible loves

quietly slipping

into possible togethernesses,

fingers reaching out

to touch your cheek

and your arms opening wide

to receive world

and your fingers trembling

at the touch of a baby’s breath.

In your eyes, my darling,

I don’t want to see me

or places I’ve come from

or things I want to do.

There’s so much to see

so little time

but that’s alright.

Just look around,

that’s enough.

[written for my daughter 'Mitsi' (Mithsandi)]


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