Sunday, February 17, 2013

his blue eyes

his blue eyes
are smaller now.
no less
mischievous
at eighty three
then they were
at twenty
four.
sapphire gems
twinkling
in the furrows
of his
sea washed
face.
the sun has found
a way
to map
the water he's
sailed upon,
the oceans
and the stars
he's seen.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Father.

Anonymous said...

tell him hello for me and that i think of him and his tomatoes about as often as i think of you and your chocolate cake.