Even in death his eyes sparkle iridescently. I want to preserve his beautiful eyes. I need to preserve his omniscient eyes. Can you do that? Who would I ask such a thing?
I place her gently on the counter Defiantly bait Complacent eyes But … They have often seen my sort Likes of me they do despise “Take a seat” she spits at me
Mother thought the time was right Packed her bags Prepared the flight Yet as she wandered round the house Oh so quiet as a mouse Wasted years came flooding back