Friday, November 04, 2005

Through My Eyes

These verses were written as a response to someone's poem.

Through the Eyes of a Daughter

I've seen my mother's sad eyes;
I've heard her every sigh.
All through my childhood days;
All through my grown up ways.

I saw the pain in her face;
I saw it nights and days.
Came he one day from nowhere
I'm home, he said, this stranger.

This gallant philanderer--
My mother's tormentor--
The man I called father,
She prepared him dinner.

He, I've never known
No love for him has ever grown
All through the time I needed him
He was away with another woman.

Years ago he passed away,
Some tears I did shed
He was after father.


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