Grandmother's Eyes

 

A daughter came -

and blessed our lives--

Hair of auburn -

and Grandmother's eyes..

 

Tis hard to fathom; wonderful

yet strange--

That my mother and daughter

look so the same.

 

When  pensive and lonely,

going back many years--

I look at those eyes,

and know Mother's near.

 

God knows what he is doing,

when he sends "Spirit's" wise--

I'll thank Him forever--

for Grandmother's eyes..

 

The eyes are passed on--

from daughter to son--

wrapped up in a smile--

in the sweet summer's sun.

 

 

Stacey Lynn Young

 

written by

Shirley Ruksznis Young ©1976