The Eyes Of My Remembering

The Eyes Of My Remembering


My eyes no longer what they were,

Dark shadows weave across my sight


That leave me wishing childhood's clear-

-Eyed vision's return in waking light.


My father's smile, his laughing eyes

I barely see through the photo's glass,


The washing frozen in time and skies,

A kitten plays on the background grass.


Can I wish for a miracle from years ago

That remembering returns a while,


When lifetimes of smiles and kindness flow

And remembrance yet beguile?


Chris Hubbard







◄ So Much For the Everyday

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