A tiny tear fell down my cheek
My heart was lost; I could not speak
But then, I saw a beam of joy
In the hazel eyes of a boy
His brawny hand softly touched mine
A precious moment so divine
Assuring that I was to win
A blessed chance to love again.
The tiny tear left quite a stain
An ageless memory of pain
Reminding me how much I’ve grown
Since those grief-ridden days alone
The hazel eyes beneath his brow
Taught me to grasp the here and now
For the beautiful bond we share
‘twas worth the woe I had to bear.
The tiny tear is dry at last
A moment faded in the past
A remnant turned to black and white
Far from the future’s colors bright
My heart now frolics with the crowd
And each morning, I am so proud
To know that wherever I’ll roam
His hazel eyes welcome me home.
© 2008 – Jill Eisnaugle’s Poetry Collection
Houston's 1560 The Game (KGOW-AM)
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All of your poems are well thought out and superb!
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(((HUGS))) and much love from Burleson, your friend, Karen Lynn. :D
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Exquisite journey through love - well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
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