During the days that Mother was in hospice, I tried to memorize everything about her. Knowing that we were about to lose her, I didn't want to miss any little detail. Her eyes were what I found myself focusing on much of the time. When she was awake and talking, it was natural to look into her eyes. As time went on, her eyes became a bit glazed, but at the time, the word that came to my mind was liquid. I still clearly remember those liquid brown eyes. Following is something I wrote on one of my many sleepless nights after her death.
Liquid Brown Eyes
They are the eyes your parents looked into on the day you were born
They are the eyes Daddy looked into and fell in love
They are the eyes each of your children looked into and felt comfort and love
They are the eyes that witnessed the greatest joys in life and twinkled
They are the eyes that shed countless tears over a lifetime's heartaches
They are the eyes that recognized me
and looked into my own tear stained eyes as you were in hospice
They are the eyes that told me you knew you were dying
without you ever actually saying the words
They are the eyes I could tell were seeing beyond this world,
seeing the beauty that lies ahead
They are the eyes I will never forget
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