Her wrinkled cheeks are like waves
running across her fragile, soft skin
Before you gaze into her eyes
I must warn you
Of the magic that lies within them
Those glassy blue balls reveal her character
They tell you her story
Here in her eyes you see joy, truth, sorrow, and wisdom
But most of all you see beams of belief shining right at you
She gives me strength
Because I know she believes in me
Her stories of the past help me to analyze my problems
and make me realize how lucky I am
Once her story is over my problem is nothing more than a tiny dot in the back of my head
Without her eyes to look into, stories to hear, and her shoulder to lean on,
life would see so much more difficult
she untangles my knots.
