Thursday, May 15, 2008

courtesy of my mother

My mother is an artist, a crafty woman, and a writer.
Sometimes she writes poetry to Kat.
Her latest

She puts her nose up next to mine
She looks right at that thin gray line

She’s quite confused as she can be
My eyes are there as she can see

But she reaches out and tries to touch
Those eyes whose love she sees so much

Something’s there, it’s in between
Her eyes and mine, yet can’t be seen

She backs away for another stare
At Grandma’s glasses hanging there.

1 comment:

loren said...

that's so cute! my mom might not be a poet, but she sure loves to sing songs about and to the dog.