Little girl with the far-away eyes what do you see?
When you stare off into the distance looking right through me with those far-away eyes what do you see?
Blue like Papa's, dark denim. Blue like Mama's, touch of steel. What are you looking at so far away?
Are you looking back at past lives, remembering before you begin to forget?
Are you looking forward to future selves, wondering at who you'll be?
What do you see, little girl with the far-away eyes, in the murky grey, indistinct world of baby-sight?
Would you tell me, if you could?
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3 comments:
Beautiful.
I can almost see her, looking...
beautiful and you damn near choked me up on that one :)
OK
you did...
Mizz Janie, I love seeing her gaze at her Papa, or when she looks so intently at me...there's something special about a baby's stare.
Mizz Rene, I'm not even a little sorry. :-)
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