Sunday Stew: My Daughter's Eyes

by Monique Franklin

My daughter has the most beautiful eyes

she has the prettiest chocolate brown eyes

I have ever seen

when I see her eyes

I want to eat them all up

and when I eat them all up

Delicioso

those dark chocolate centers

see through to the center of my soul

and just take my love straight from the source

in those eyes

burns fire enough

to burn this whole place down

so the earth may be reseeded

growing the greenest lush ever imagined

in her eyes

in those eyes

there are questions that I am not ready with answers

they question you

they question me

it hurts to see

that her questions are already questioning she

I see pain

in my daughters eyes

in those eyes

is a fierce agent

equipped with intelligence and reason

sonic hearing devices that make we wish I didn't talk so

loud sometimes

with a memory to argue reality down to the seconds

creativity to trick the truth

she's definitely got her mother eyes

in her eyes

in those eyes

in my daughters eyes

the prettiest eyes

the fiercest eyes

the wisest eyes

I find joy

and when those sleepy eyes close

safely after another day of living

I find peace in her eyes

laying with my daughter in bed

last night

she started talking to me

in her poets voice

and she said:

"My mom has the most beautiful eyes

she has the prettiest chocolate brown eyes

I want to eat them all up

and when I eat them all up

I have ever seen

when I see her eyes

I say

Delicioso"