A Mother's Eyes

Life loses longevity.

The eternal becomes mere mortal,

When you no longer look up.

When you see them eye to eye.

And the wrinkles no longer resemble warm hearts

But the unwavering weariness that has latched onto the soul.

You know time is not timeless.

The realization kills you,

Just a little.

Lives wilt away, but they also bloom.

Like tulips in my grandmother's garden,

Like roses on my grandfather's grave,

I, too, bloom.