Blue Eyes

A few weeks ago my great-grandma on my step dad's side died. I only knew her for a year and loved her dearly, still though I did not feel sad when they told me she died, I knew she was old and lived a good life. My grandpa said he could hear her talking to her husband, he said that her husband came to get her and she went with him. It's funny but the days before she died I cried when no one else did, when my step dad told my family that she was gone it seemed I was the only one who didn't feel sad.

The reason I bring this up is because I wrote my great-grandma a poem I never got to give to her. I wonder if she can read it from heaven, if she can know that I wrote this for her. The poem may not be that great, I wrote it on a whim one night when I couldn't sleep. Anyway here it is.

Blue eyes

By: Elizabeth Leatham

Dedicated to my great-grandmother Pala who

I was lucky enough to have as a part of my life.

What secrets do those blue eyes hide?

Tales of heartache, pain, and sacrifice.

A person hurting deep inside.

What secrets do those blue eyes hide?

What heart is that that feels for me?

A heart so true, of noble breed.

Loving, deep understanding.

What heart is that that feels for me?

What lips are those that call my name?

What secret prayers,

Said with no shame.

What lips are those that call my name?

What person is that who loves and longs?

Wisdom of years,

And courage so strong.

What person is that who loves and longs?

Why who can hold secrets behind such eyes?

She who will reveal the story’s behind.

What heart can love with such freedom?

The same who now dwells in God’s kingdom.

What lips can call so many names?

She who loves them all just the same.

Why what a person can love and long,

Is she who has an Angel’s song.

Come tales of heartache, pain, and sacrifice.

What secrets do those blue eyes hide?