Excuse me miss I notice a similar smile
my momma had
and I can't remember
whether it's the eyes that matched or
how you blush so fast
how you have that same smile
that makes knees weak and
quakes hearts to whispers
but leave loved ones so lifeless
stranded in solitude
I remember those Mondays
mourning mornings
on church Sundays and
somedays
pass away by time's sandpit and
somedays
a decade dead and gone to waste
I lose sight of memories that ever cease to be
cleaning the silence of each day erasing
slipping past so slowly and
seeing that same shadows swollen in your eyes
breaks my heart
shuts my heart
knowing I can't love someone who has
my mother's eyes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem