The Last Time I Saw Her Eyes, She Looked Beautiful

By Joyce Micho Muhizi

The last time I saw her eyes, she looked beautiful

Ever radiant and loving

Her hugs are what I miss the most on cold days away

Ever smiling and helping

Her being is irreplaceable

Oh, how I can’t wait to go home.

In her eyes I see endless strings of care

In times of sickness and health

In her eyes I see a stream of prayers cried out past my bedtime

Like an angel watching over me while I wander carelessly

In her eyes I see sacrifice waiting to be returned

As she grows and loses the ease to do her favorite tasks

In her eyes, I see an unwavering hope and faith in her seed

Watching as the baton is being passed on

In her eyes, I see my beginning and hopefully my end

The lovelier version of myself

The last time I saw her eye, she looked beautiful

Oh, how I can’t wait to go home

In her eyes I see a giant-slayer

Fighting against the demons brought in by my teenage years

In her eyes I see solutions made last minute

As the wind blows in the unfavorable direction

I see a cheerleader

Screaming the loudest no matter the score

In her eyes I see my home

Ever warm and welcoming.

The last time I saw her eyes, she looked beautiful.

Her existence is indispensable

Oh, how I can’t wait to go home.