Rhythmic Stories May 16, 2023

Sky Blue Eyes

I sometimes wonder why I get so sad
Looking at the pictures of my grandad

Looking at his picture, I miss him. It’s true
But I think it’s because I miss his eyes of sky blue

That had a sparkling twinkle
On a face full of wrinkles

I can see us walking together at times
hand in hand
Some days I just watched him as
I played nearby in the sand

I was happy when I looked into those sky-blue eyes
Perhaps that’s why looking up sometimes makes me cry

Grandad was my faithful rock
He protected me like sheep in a flock

No one could hurt me when he was near
those sky-blue eyes erased a ten years olds fear

Special men are few
I miss my grandad with eyes
Of sky blue

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