Margaret V.Doran
She stepped out
dark eyes wide and innocent
into a fresh new world
The first shock waves
made those dark eyes blink
at the injustices
Then cynicism
narrowed those lovely dark eyes
to contemplative lines
And pain crept in
causing her dark eyes
to shield themselves
Fear laid hold
making hard edges around
the liquid pools
And unreasonable expectations
transformed them to clonic copies
of all the other eyes
Until new life was created
and her dark eyes
gained a speculative depth
And when the baby was born
the mother’s beautiful eyes
acquired softness
And her dark eyes, wide and maternal
gazed in to the eyes of her daughter
wide and innocent
So she held the baby to her breast
intuitively knowing the future of
those guileless eyes
And vowed that hers
would always be there
to watch over and protect
the light of her eyes.
