My Mothers Eyes

April 22, 2014

Remembering old times,

Just with you,

To look in your eyes,

And admire the view.

Getting older we are,

Watching me grow,

I will never go far,

For you need to know.

I am now sixteen,

Getting ready to fly,

It’s only a different scene,

For I wouldn’t lie.

Don’t worry, I will always replay the sweet lullabies,

And remember the view I got of my mother’s eyes.

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