Through His Eyes

November 1st, 2010

He watches quietly
taking it all in.
His mind creates space
for it to dwell deep below

His 11 year old eyes
notice the lot.
Sensitive to all,
what’s remembered, what’s not.

The skin on my elbow,
the song of a bird.
The distance between dogs.
A look of frustration,

The shape of a cloud,
a tear before crying.
When someone’s left out,
and the smell of vacation.

A puddle evaporating,
a misplaced feeling.
When to withdraw,
and a bug on the pavement.

The need to be crazy,
and just who to trust.
A person’s own fear,
and the memory of touch.

He sees and believes
beyond right now
of the world all around him
through those 11 yr old eyes.

So if I could just see
and know what he knows,
I’m sure I’d be thankful
for life’s ebb and life’s flow.

Copyright (C) 2010 By Meg Lawton.  All Rights Reserved.

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  1. connie f says:

    Meg, I am not doubt comment 2 million today that tells you how wonerful, how timely , how inspirational ALL of your work is.  It just must be in a bound volume for us to be able to have handy to refer to when ever an inspiration is needed.
    connie farell

  2. meg says:

    Oh Connie, thank you for your wonderful words of encouragement. I appreciate your enthusiasm!

  3. Anonymous says:

    Love this–and love the boy! 

  4. Rita Laurie says:

    Meg, your are amazing.  You write with such insight and feeling, and your words are always so meaningful.     Ian has always been my inspiration, but over the years you have become my inspiration as well.   Thank you both for being in my life and making it so much richer.     With love  Rita xxx

  5. Joan Cook-Howe says:

    This one is another reason for you to have an agent and get published dear Meg.  You need to share with more than just us because other readers need you, too.Love,Joan

  6. Rita Laurie says:

    Absolutely agree with Joan Cook-Howe …. Meg, you have a talent beyond belief, and gift which should be shared by all.      I’d love to have a book of all your writings … sitting on my bedside table, waiting there for me each day to read your inspirational stories and verse.        My love to you, Ian and the children.