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My Father’s Eyes

August 13, 2023 by Bethlehem Writers Group in category From a Cabin in the Woods by Members of Bethlehem Writers Group

The following poem commemorates my emotions at the death of my beloved father and the fact that at the time of his death, he thought of others as he did all throughout his life. My father was an organ donor and fittingly donated his corneas so someone could see through my father’s eyes.

I love and miss you Dad, enjoy a little light reading.
Jeff Baird

My Father’s Eyes

From long ago, memories fill my mind:
I would watch and learn.
Sometimes it was hard to follow in his footsteps:
He demanded a lot from himself and from me.
Sometimes I would not understand:
At the time I didn’t know My Father’s Eyes.

Slowly I grew and became a man:
Many times, I would become hesitant and frightened.
Something always kept me going:
He was so good at providing for me.
I didn’t realize my safety net was always there:
Slowly but surely, My Father’s Eyes opened.

I cheered, I failed:
I laughed, I cried.
But always in the background I could hear:
That’s ok # 1 son of mine.
My Father’s Eyes opened wide.

My eyes cry often these days:
As I look back and remember.
With fondness and love:
With sadness and sorrow.
But it’s become clear:
These are my Father’s Eyes. 

Through the grief that weighs me down:
And the sorrow that clouds my mind.
A light appears: My job is clear.
My son,
My Daughter,
My life, 
My Father’s Eyes,
Are one and the same.