In Her Eyes
After 85 years she has come to this place,
A woman with tears in her eyes.
Her thoughts are as clear as the look on her face,
But no one will hear her cries.
The years have crippled her delicate frame.
She limps as she crosses the floor.
On paper she's nothing more than a name,
But deep in her eyes there is more.
As she unfolds her sad tale of days gone by,
And the way that things used to be,
My listening ear gives her wings to fly,
And she shows her true colors to me
.
The woman she was before all of the pain,
Was a person just like you and me.
Her family and friends had all left their stain
On the woodwork of her precious dream.
I take her small hand and I place it in mine,
Not knowing the wounds it would mend.
She thanks me for being so caring and kind,
The acts of a dear and true friend.
As we say our farewells and I turn for the door,
I see something I recognize.
My own reflection in the mirror was no more
Than the woman I saw in her eyes.
