My eyes

     Radiant. How I dry my cool tears in the
warm sun. How I feel relief and blessed. Cleansed
and alert.

      Not a care in the world. Body gleaming.
My mind wanders throughout the memories. Holding
still on the children, we both, once were. Careful
how time makes us all remember how we learned.
How we created. How we became the adults we are
now.

    Molded into greatness. Some still stumble.
Other exceed. A rare few assist. All others to
regain. I am a helper.

    My eyes echo my compassion, my understanding,
my patience even in the most troubling of times. Even
when I need assistance I am giving all I can to others.

    A rare few even take note. Did you?