your eyes, like emerald rings,
hold mine like a father
who pulls his son back from the liquid aquamarine might
after he was sure the boy would drown.
so sure, that his desperation fueled him to hold the child
so close
chest rattling with satisfaction
and the chill.
your eyes
hold me there, just like that -
so steady and reassuring -
like the waves of teal beneath a rowboat
the rhythm of the river, so contained and strong
like a father's unmatched determination.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A charming & touching write Beverly ! ! Very well expressed thank you! A pleasure to read - indeed.... *10*! ! Best wishes, Friend Thad