Monday, April 30, 2018

Blue Eyes

Blue eyes
that reflect the sunlight
that focus
that search
that wonder
that sparkle when you laugh.
I never thought you’d have blue eyes.

Soft lips
that imitate
that smile,
scream,
laugh in delight.
Soft lips that kiss me for being your mommy.

Warm cheeks
that rest on my shoulder when you’re tired,
that inspire laughter when I tickle them.
They are flushed from the sunshine
because you don’t want to go inside.

You are a sweet soul.
Your sweetness inspires me
and makes me aware of the 
deep, 
dark, 
sticky places inside my heart.
I want to be a better person.
I want to be more like you.

Blue eyes,
that see me and smile,
I don’t deserve you.
But I will love you nonetheless.
I will love you more than I love myself,
which will be easy.

Sweet soul, I can promise you
not much.
But I’ll try not to fuck you up.
And I’ll laugh with you.
And I’ll remind you when you need reminding.
And I’ll kiss you for being my baby.
And we can sit outside,
forever if you want to.

-Mom.

-Sarah Sanders, '18