3. Eyes - Poem by Albert Johnson
Old photos show adoring eyes
Toward your newborn child.
Old memories hold a picture of clouded eyes
Disturbed turned to rage.
I cowered from those eyes.
After the storm,
Shame in your eyes.
Eagle eyes watching every move.
I was intimidated.
The distant look, eyes far away.
Reliving? Remembering? Regretting?
When we say good bye,
Wanting to speak love,
An awkward touch, instead.
I see a tiny tear in the corner of
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