Eyes
Mother, look at your eyes,
Sometimes deep, sometimes lucid.
They are jubilant because of my progress.
They are worried because of my depression.
Everything about me,
Is reflected in your eyes.
By looking at your eyes,
I know myself under your caring eyes.
I grow from a girl child,
In to a mature woman.
Mom, you r eyes are all around me,
Your eyes illuminate my heart,
They are the center of all my movements.
~~~by Qiu Qi Lu~~~
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