The Eyes Of My Remembering

 

My eyes no longer what they were,

Dark shadows weave across my sight

 

That leave me wishing childhood's clear-

-Eyed vision's return in waking light.

 

My father's smile, his laughing eyes

I barely see through the photo's glass,

 

The washing frozen in time and skies,

A kitten plays on the background grass.

 

Can I wish for a miracle from years ago

That remembering returns a while,

 

When lifetimes of smiles and kindness flow

And remembrance yet beguile?

 

Chris Hubbard

2021