I’ve always hoped to have my father’s eyes
the kind that “smiles wrinkles” without a smile
that discerns with wisdom and fills up with pride
there jolly joy resides
I’ve always dreamed of having my grandfather’s ears
and all the stories they would hear
with a mouth to match and tell me true
to whisper to me lullabies too
I’ve always wanted my mother’s hands
that brought love and calm without demand
the ones that enveloped me with love
and kisses I’d never get sick of
I’ve always adored my grandmother’s laugh
as she cuts her doughnut to give me half
which echoed the halls every night
divine, delicious, delight
But nothing has passed on except what I know
of my ancestors and their quirky shows
that taught me how to appreciate
and enjoy the simplicity of traits
So here, I am me with simple eyes
stout little ears filled with lullabies
entangled with love and peace and quiet
until laughter comes knocking at night
Sep 23, 2013
Sep 23, 2013 at 9:01 AM UTC
I’ve always hoped to have my father’s eyes
the kind that “smiles wrinkles” without a smile
that discerns with wisdom and fills up with pride
there jolly joy resides
I’ve always dreamed of having my grandfather’s ears
and all the stories they would hear
with a mouth to match and tell me true
to whisper to me lullabies too
I’ve always wanted my mother’s hands
that brought love and calm without demand
the ones that enveloped me with love
and kisses I’d never get sick of
I’ve always adored my grandmother’s laugh
as she cuts her doughnut to give me half
which echoed the halls every night
divine, delicious, delight
But nothing has passed on except what I know
of my ancestors and their quirky shows
that taught me how to appreciate
and enjoy the simplicity of traits
So here, I am me with simple eyes
stout little ears filled with lullabies
entangled with love and peace and quiet
until laughter comes knocking at night
