The glittering eyes of a child see,
A world bathed in pervasive sunlight and honesty
I come home and see tears in the eyes of my mother
Grief is an unfamiliar trespasser
A twinge of sorrow permeates before briskly departing
Innocence lingers if only for a moment longer
Sep 14, 2016
Sep 14, 2016 at 9:08 PM UTC
The glittering eyes of a child see,
A world bathed in pervasive sunlight and honesty
I come home and see tears in the eyes of my mother
Grief is an unfamiliar trespasser
A twinge of sorrow permeates before briskly departing
Innocence lingers if only for a moment longer
