The Eyes of Home

His smile speaks of contentment


I pray his times of discontent are brief,

though they are certain.


His hand on the windowsill

lingers between

exploring and safety


I pray that he ever be connected to home,

and adventurous in his exploration


His expression

is full of innocence

and peace


I pray that a fragment of

each remain resistant to a

frenzied, hostile world


His eyes,

so bright and clear

guide me back

to my ancestral


the way Polaris

guided the Railroad



And gave them


far,far away




I pray we find each other

and be complete


Author: smithaw50

I live in NJ. Concentrating now on a getting a full time writing career started. Glad you could be with me on the journey. Ready? Here we go...

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