My Eyes
They are hazel like little walnut shells with different shades of brown
They have slightest hint of gold lining my pupil like a star
I smile more with my eyes than with my mouth
They are the smaller copy of my mother’s beautiful hazel eyes
They are the passageways to my trusting soul
I talk with my eyes when the words don’t seem to come out of my mouth
They have seen the Eiffel Tower and the Queen’s Castle
They have traveled all the way to Europe by themselves
My eyes have seen wonders and disappointment
But no matter what the will never stop smiling