What I Saw, by Dorothy

The eyes of my sister,
full of fear,
of hope
of love
of courage
Calling out, yet silent,
while she spoke the words
needed to recount the story.
With courage the victor
made possible by hope and love.

The eyes of her husband,
when first they met mine,
fighting, struggling to deny
the sight of bitter reality.
Haunted by anguish,
yet veiled by bravery,
He knew the loneliness of man.

The eyes of the child,but a baby,
half-open in narcotic slumber, yet shining.
Sparkling with the glow of life,
That radiance warmed my heart with hope.

My mother's eyes,bewildered, questioning,
With faith her life-long support,
Still her first words to me
Phrased the question as old as man,
But which no man will ever answer.

My husband's eyes, sympathetic,helpless,
Afraid of life when things go bad,
But too proud to admit it.
He tried to hide his shock, For others' sake.

The eyes of his sister,
When first she saw him,
Home fom the hospital,
Just waking up,
She smiled her beautiful smile.
But I saw her eyes flash
upward for an instant,
As though she looked for an
answer or support.