His eyes
I look into his eyes every day
these days I only notice his age
the droopy lids, the red lines
how very tired he looks
But as I look deeper
I see a glimmer of the little boy
the fun-loving, happy boy of his youth
Adulthood and responsibilities have
taken their toll on the boy
and yet he yearns to play
The boy is in them
smiling back at me from time to time
as though from behind a sheet of glass
The child is gone
from the rest of his body
yet he is alive and well behind his eyes
in his heart and in his mind
I focus on the orange spots
in his right eye and wonder
why I never noticed them before
before she noticed them
before she pointed them out
she always noticed things like that
the little things that made him, Him
Unique
His eyes tell the story of his failure
his triumph, his joy, his love and his loss
Window to his soul?
I guess so, but…..
His soul is scared
and yet as souls should be
it is resilient and will prevail
he is happy in general
and his eyes show it
They tell the story of his life
when I take the time to look deep enough
to hear the tales they tell
The boy he was, the young man he became,
the man his is today and the man
he will ultimately become
His eyes define him
until the day they go dark and
rest for the last time
They are the eyes of his father
of his grandfather
and of his sons
they are HIS eyes
They are my eyes
for He, is Me
and I am He