These eyes belong
to my mother-in-law
(kind eyes, wise eyes)
she raised her seven children
years ago.
Her middle son became in time
the father of *my* children
and so the wheel is turning
turning now.
These eyes belong to
my mother-in-law
who reads, plays games of Scrabble
keeps in friendly touch
with her grown children.
She gets on with her own life,
lets them get on with theirs
and yet - these eyes of hers
say that she cares.