Her eyes are clear
And I can see her fear
Her eyes are bold
And they have a story still left untold
Through them I can see the pain and all she once had to gain
She’s grayed and frayed
But her eyes they speak even when she’s too weak
Her eyes are so bright and her spirit put up such a good fight
Through her eyes I can see that the angels have been here along
And she needs me to be strong
It’s sad to say goodbye, but we must try
So, I hold her hand and watch as she slips away like sand.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hello poet Samantha, that is such a sad story and yet it is one that is repeated often and never easy, I enjoyed. I just posted my poem An Old Soldier along with the musical recitation. If you have time, please check it out and let me know your thoughts. Thanks, Loyd