My Fathers’ Eyes
There’s a quiet ache that lingers near,
A space that never fades with time—
A longing…wrapped in memory,
A love that still feels so alive.
I miss those eyes that knew me well,
that saw my heart without a sound.
Held me steady when I fell…
and lifted me when I felt ungrounded.
They spoke in ways no words could touch,
A glance that said, “You’ll be okay,”
A softness, strength… steady truth
That never once could drift away.
Now I search for them in skies,
In golden light, in passing days—
but nothing quite replaces
The comfort of my fathers’ gaze.
Still somehow, deep within my soul…
I feel them there, so calm, so wise…
Watching over all I am—
I still live in my fathers’ eyes.