hello, blue eyes

hello, blue eyes


hello, blue eyes
she put her hand under my neck
and lifted up my head,
she looked at me,
with a smile and a tear
and this is what she said,
hello, blue eyes.
tenderly, she wrapped me up,
in my blanket warm,
and said a prayer, that I would sleep,
until the morn.
many, many, years have gone,
and how the time just flies,
a lifetime of memories,
hello's and goodbye's,
I wish upon a thousand stars,
for just a normal day,
when my mother would say to me,
just go out and play,
the coffee pot and ceaseless talk,
around the kitchen table,
I wish for God to bring it back,
I know that he is able.
the ticking of the clock is real,
it never ever sways,
it goes forward for tomorrow,
not back to yesterdays,
I want to leave a piece of me,
somewhere inside her head,
I wanted her to remember me,
but she forgot me instead.
there is nothing I can do
but watch her fade away,
and cry down deep, inside my soul,
for God to make her whole,
every cell inside me,
cries out in my helpless pain,
God, please look down with mercy,
and give her back her brain,
I put my hand under her neck,
and lifted up her head,
I looked at her,
with a smile and a tear,
and this is what I said,
hello, blue eyes.
tenderly I wrapped her up,
in her blanket warm,
and said a prayer, that she would sleep,
until the morn.
each day I rise and brush my hair,
and into the mirror gaze,
the reflection looking back at me,
seems another's face.
hello, blue eyes.



This is dedicated to my mom, Evelyn Porter Skeans,

the best mother in the world,

and although she will never read it,

others will,

and understand the love  and pain,

I feel in my heart,

for her,

through this piece.



BeckBeck

November 25, 2007