Daddy's eyes


You left, a long time ago.
Witnessed my birth, but that was all.
They made you leave, I understand...
Away from my life, in another land.
You had to go, this I know.
But what happened
to my Daddy's hope

I never knew the man
That gave me my life.
I never met the man
That prayed for me at night.
I wasn't there
on the night he died,
But he's always in my thoughts...
For, I have his eyes.

I often cry at night,
and think about the past.
What would ti have been like
in Daddy's arms, not a fear in sight.
But when I cry, I see those eyes....

And I wonder if my tears
That spackle in the light,
Are like the ones that flowed
On his tragic night.

I never knew the man
That gave me life.
Nor did I touch his hand
on the night he said good-bye.
But now he's gone...
And I'm left with his eyes.

I see the photos
of the man my mother once loved.
I see him smile at me,
Though the picture never moves.
The picture is her memory
of the man I never knew...
But I have Daddy's eyes!
And that memory, will last me my life through.
 By: Kenle Phillips

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