I have no eyes - looked into the mirror but
couldn’t find them - found a gel eye-pencil,
started to draw serious eyes on my face,
wanted to see these eyes when catching
my own reflection somewhere
The intricate and tricky operation made me
realise my smile has changed - I’d tried to
smile in delight just like my paper-doll lying
next to my bed - but my smile is different:
seeing my eyes missing gave me the grace
To accept we age; there’s no going back -
there’s always more ahead than we’ve left
behind, thus I’m going to practice drawing
eyes for myself until there are no smudges
left and I can feel totally content with
My older, wiser, nostalgic smile…
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
-
“This boy’s gonna make it” – ‘n heildronk op my ma, Annemarie: Dit gaan soms broekskeur om met familie klaar te kom want "Famil...
-
Looking for the good, ignoring the sad (anything we dislike), according to Abraham’s (Esther Hick’s) website: “You cannot look at what you ... -
Found a perfect rendition of the Arabic alphabet on the Internet, trying to remember the letter KHa is pronounced with a guttural G...
No comments:
Post a Comment