Mine

Never did I think eyes so expressive

A nod so profound 

Yet my heart filled with pride

As someone else gazed upon my Creation

Then up at me 

Still and alert

A second passes

As a silent message, a Morse Code of the mind

Transfers from the blink of his eyelids 

To the iris of my eyes

And I smile,

The warmth spreading across my chest, to my neck, arms, legs, 

In between my toes and behind my ears

As I feel proud of what I’d created 

And imagine what more I can do

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My community

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