MY MOTHERS EYES

By Tam Lac 17/08/05

The time I first truly saw my mum’s life

Was the same day her hair began to gray.

Her sad eyes drooped down to yesterday's strife,

From past dreams that are void still to this day

Beauty used to form sparkling eyes of night,

Which envied flowers and spited the stars.

Today are mere darkened cold streams in sight,

That refused to remove those fading scars.

Please let your windows to open again,

To give me entrance into your torn soul.

Let me blow a fresh breeze onto the pain,

So I may rescue your virtues deserving extol.

Oh such sad eyes, please speak to me kindly,

Familiar language of child desires.

Old affections shall soothe divinely,

Reopen clear skies that life admires.

I look deep into wise eyes of yonder,

To silently ask a dear grace for ways.

But quickly my mind began to ponder,

And lament her years spent wasting away .

I dream how those tear stained eyelids would dry,

And birth no more past painful solemn hurts.

Shall eyes with blurry memories now die,

New eye shall laugh at the unlaughable dirt!