(For Jackie)
Those darting eyes
In playful temper
But also anger
Real as earth
Sometimes
In frayed space
Beyond words.
Those eyes for seeing
Beyond the facade
In to and beyond the pain of others
In to the silences that heal
In to the unknown options
That we tiptoe around,
And are afraid to stir
For fear
Of slipping into darkness
That’s what we shall miss
Those eyes
Those listening eyes
In empathy
In calm understanding
Sometimes
In bitter-sweet tenderness
When a secret knowing
Has glanced and past between.
Those wide eyes
Soaking up the atmosphere
Taking in the dynamics
Committing to memory
Sometimes
Waiting for the raucous joke
To let rip that explosion of laughter
That always surprises
In its uninhibited
Celebration.
That’s what we shall miss
Those eyes.
Those eyes for Vuyo
Still
In the photograph
As you look down upon
This miracle
Who gently suckles his way
Into sleep
Enfolded in your arms
And closing his mothers eyes.
That’s what we shall miss
Those eyes.
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