windows wide open
her eyes see the beauty of the world
having seen blooming flowers of
every color in spring,
a mother’s tender gaze after stroking
her hair from her forehead.
Every diamond and delicate pink ribbon
she has admired, with desire
or admiration.
her eyes are the beauty of the world,
seeking opportunity and love,
windows to the soul, they say
o, her windows would never shut
raw emotion was unfiltered
her happiness was the most beautiful thing
that you could never try to buy
her eyes are the beauty of the world,
a drink of cold water in summer heat,
cotton candy ice cream dripping on your fingers
her gaze as warm as Father putting sheets on you,
freshly heated from the dryer
