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Jan 2015
I can see the sadness in your eyes
When you recognise their stare
Cast from judging eyes.

I see you gently clench your fists while smiling politely
As you hear the wait staff whispering foolish nothings

The pain in your face was clear to me
When your boss insinuated I was worth more than my "price"
Witty, stubborn and still politely balanced.

I try to soothe you, to say it does not matter.
Let those who will never understand think what they wish
There'll never know our hidden bliss.

I did not fall for a birth date or the lines on your face - though I love them dearly.
Age is only a number darling.

They do not know of all you do for me -
How when my illness takes hold
You do not sleep - watching me like a guiding angel so that I may survive the night.

They do not know of the things that we've seen together -
How the world has grown and become dapled with colour since you let me in
And showed me the world through your wise eyes.
Cíara McNamara
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Cíara McNamara  Ireland
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