Window To My Soul

[Spin]

My father always said to me the eyes are windows to your soul,
a quite ironic quote for him for one who’s eyes so blue and cold.
I often wondered when those tortured eyes would lay their story bare.
But as a child only blackness shone; dad’s soul was not to share.

When I became a man and sat again with him one day,
all the love that he had hid from me he slowly let astray.
I saw how life had hurt him badly, and many scars the old man wore
that is why he always vowed himself to show his love no more.

For love was sign of weakness, and of no worldly purpose
He hid his passion deep within and would not let it surface.
"Twas good enough for my dad" he said, "It’s good enough for me"!
Affection from my fathers’ heart and soul could not be given free

But now today I stare at me against the bathroom mirror
I remember fondly my old Dad and wished that he were nearer.
I wish for him to sternly gaze through my eyes through to my soul
for I know that he would clearly see that gaping dad shaped hole.

I hope that when my daughters sit and look to me and stare
that all they ever see within is love’s bright wondrous glare.
I also hope that when I am asked, do you love us Daddy true?
that I answer them as Jesus does and whisper I love you.

WnD

[Tracy Gittens]

Wow! That was great to read and heartfelt.

[little_tigress]

very beautiful and moving poem. :)