The most Beautiful Blue Eyes

‘Pa’ is what she calls her grandpa,

A man with a gray haired pony tail down his back,

And a Harley parked in his garage.

He has known great sorrow, her grandpa;

His wife, his love lost to cancer,

Before that the Viet-Nam war,

Which he just doesn’t ever choose to speak of.

When things were tough,

And her parent’s choices caused her harm,

He was kind, and fun and protective.

And he talked about their eyes.

Both have eyes of blue, he showed her in the mirror

It was the thing that helped her bond to him,

When, at three-years old her world turned upside-down.

Now she is eight and out of the blue,

She said to me, “Grandma,

Pa has the most beautiful blue eyes,

They are the color ‘cerulean’,

One of my favorite colors of crayons.”

And so the readers know, how precious this story is,

He didn’t have to be there in Nam,

And he didn’t have to be there for her,

He was her step-grandpa, and trying to deal with life,

But he saw the need and helped in the fight,

To rescue and provide safety for this child.