My Mother's Eyes

It's been so long since I've seen them,

A million or so years it seems.

Their golden and green colored wisdom,

That reflected all of my dreams.

They turned down at the corners,

They rounded when she was mad.

They filled to glistening puddles,

Whenever her thoughts got too sad.

I never saw them distant,

Or filled with a passionate flair.

Except when she spoke of my father,

That's when the fire was there.

I can still see the way that they sparkled,

As she told me a tale of the past.

Of her families wild adventures,

I wanted those moments to last.

I miss sitting down with my mother,

At our table with the sun going down.

Turning the kitchen all golden,

And the chilren running around.

Now that my winter is coming,

And my spring time will never come back.

I look in the mirror with sadness,

Seeing the youth that I lack.

Just as I think I can't bare it,

And fear begins to take hold.

I look at my faded reflection,

Feeling tired and old.

I suddenly see my mother,

In a place that she shouldn't be.

Looking back from the mirror,

It's a familiar look that I see.

My eyes are glistening puddles,

From the memories hiding inside.

Bringing her back to the future,

Filling my heart up with pride.

I never thought age would suit me,

That it would fill me with regret and fear,

But now that I can see mommy again,

I'm rather glad that it's here.

S.L.A. 11/15/05