Friday, November 6, 2009

The Eyes Have It

To stop and look deep into her eyes must be done with the knowing that I may not find her there, or she look back at a stranger.


But even in those times of the not knowing, when I ask her, Mom do you know who I am, do you know my name, there may be silence only as she searches my eyes for the answer.


Yet I see in her eyes, deep within, the answer trying so hard to surface…


"Yes! I know who you are!” You are my daughter, Donna, my baby!”


Sometimes I give her the answers, and her eyes will light up with the knowing that yes, that is right!


Then I go on to the less painful tasks at hand. (7-08-09)

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