Saturday, August 8, 2015

Blue Eyes

 Such a weight of memories on such tiny shoulders
Years of bleaching sun and tiny tiny tears on fraying fabric,
Blurry hopes and dreams beholden to a world of joy and sadness passing by, 
Loved, admired, revered, betrayed, abandoned, chipped and sullied
Come, celebrate warm safety, grace our home, blue eyes. Welcome.

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