Grandmother settled me on her knee, much to my surprise
“Now child,” she said to me, “don’t mourn my eyes.
I see the stars when you speak; the milky way is woven by your words.
I see tall trees and flowers covered in colorful birds.
I see you in the sky you paint in stories,
I see your face in the moon,
I see the deer in the forest,
Running away too soon.
So you see my darling; you are my eyes.
You are my forests, my skies.
I see paradise when you speak; I feel it when you’ re near.
So don’ t cry for me, my dear.”
I looked up at my grandmother, my face stained with tears.
“You are the best thing I have seen in years.”