Monday, September 12, 2011

When I look Into Your Eyes

When I look into your eyes, I see the boy you once were. Long before all that happens in life. I see summers lazing on the beach. Swimming in the sun. I hear your laughter and my on much younger response. When I look into your eyes I see my blued boy of summer now a man. I miss your little sweet face my brown berry.

live gives and life takes
time passes stopping for none
all grown up too soon


Susie Clevenger said...

I feel the same when I look into my daughters' eyes...beautiful writing

Daydreamertoo said...

Awww Yes, time waits for no-one. Lovely prose.

RYN: The sad fact is, that while the young men (and girls) are taught hatred, prejudice and to despise that which they don't understand, the world cannot change. It has to begin with new learning and the only way it can do that is through the children. If parents didn't hand down their own hatred and bias to their children, the kids wouldn't learn it and then maybe we as a whole race of humans could finally get along but, it's not going to happen until we are more or less wiped out and we have no other choice but to get along to survive.
Sadly 9// will happen again, if not in that way, then through biological, bacterial warfare, the terrorists will always come up with other ways to enforce their misguided will upon others. It broke my heart to know all of those people who were lost and those who lost people on 9/11 I have no idea how deeply hurt it must feel to have known them.

Nanka said...

I am feeling the same, now that my daughter is a teenager and has better things to do all the time, that there is no time for togetherness, just rushing in and out!! :)
A very philosophical haiku too!!

keiths ramblings said...

I still look back at the photos I took when they were little. A delightful piece which I so enjoyed.

Ed Pilolla said...

my emotions break on this.

Mike Patrick said...

Are you looking in his eyes, or yours?

gautami tripathy said...


an elusive world lurks

Morning said...

how sweet.

lovely memories.

Janet said...

I'm beginning to understand the tug of this poem:)
It all goes way too fast!
Beautiful write!