In Her Eyes

You care for me

in many ways

I cannot even count.

You nourish me

In many ways

You do not ever flaunt.

I wish that I

could give to

you the same things in return.

And yet I cannot do this

for the gifts I give are spurned.

Why can you give

and not receive

these small prizes that I share?

Is it because more than yourself it is

for me you care?

Poems can create pictures in your mind. They can tell a story that inspires you, bring back memories that will make you smile and tug on those heart strings. From hard times to times of appreciation and beauty. This is a book you will enjoy reading. It also contains pictures taken near to the author's home. Please enjoy!