My Mother's Eyes
My mother has no fine jewels
But the one's in her eyes...
Two rare emeralds
Passed down to each of us,
And can only be seen
Through a stained-glass essence...
Each is unique,
Though animated
By the same aurora.
My mother gave us
Two windows,
Always unlocked
And wide open to the world.
By KRISTEN ADELINE
© 2004 KRISTEN ADELINE
(All rights reserved)
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