Through these brown eyes
I see you standing there
in front of me ~
a gauntness has arrived ~
from all we are going through
your frame suddenly smaller
worn shoulders, pale skinned, and exhausted
a look in your eyes
I immediately recognize
so tender, final, and wanting to help
what can we do ~
hold each other and pray together
take time to see
hope is still here
Shadowleaves on Lake Ann 