Eyes

When he was born, she saw the world in his eyes.
He was her world.
And he was taken away from her so fast.
Two days old.
Two days—
And then he was gone.
You can love something forever,
But for some reason life doesn’t last.

He was her only son,
Her first child gone,
She would never see him play in the streets
And grow into the young man,
Instead, years passed.

When she was old and gone,
She thought back to her son.
The life he had only just begun
So quick and so short
Faster than that of her own.
Lying in her death bed,
Surrounded by her family—
She told his tale,
A two day trip.
His eyes bluer than her hardship.
The world he would have seen,
Perhaps was too hard, and perhaps he was too keen.
He lived a brief moment,
And all that was in that moment
Was what he needed.
He succeeded.
You see,
Her addiction made her blind.
Her first love
Was her son,
And he gave her eyes.
Eyes to see the world.
He cleaned up her vision,
Made her see the division,
From reality and a dream.
Life was not what it seemed.
In those two days,
Trying to save him in so many ways,
She learned more than school had ever taught her.
Her existence was a blur.
HE made her realize.
There was more to this whir,
That she didn’t have to be a cur,
HE made her realize.
When she had her daughters,
She was clean.
Her heart was free.
And she saw the world in their eyes,
And him,
Reflecting back at her.