When you brought them home that day,
I smiled,
It was not as though I was expecting them,
More like a feeling of wow,
Never before did I see them,
Though they might have been small,
And only just a few,
It meant the world
That you got them for me,
Don't know how,
Don't know who,
Really doesn't matter where u got them,
It was just the fact,
That you brought them home,
when I never expected you to,
Thank you,
Even if years have gone by,
And they were never here,
Thank you,
Even if it be for only this time,
That I will ever lay eyes upon them,
Thank you,
Upon my show cabinet they lay,
looking pale and drained,
Not like the day they came,
But although they may look of no worth to you,
To me they mean the world,
thank you. '
YOU ARE READING
Through My Eyes
PoetryIf there is one thing that I have learnt that has changed my outlook on life, is that every one of us has a story to tell, my poetry reveals the power of words that are hidden in the hearts of people, You are the poet in my eyes, you allow me to vis...
