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My Grandfather's Eyes This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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   Your eyes, the same eyes I look into every morning,

Have a different meaning every day.

They are so deep, so many phases

you don't even know.

The many faces you put on,

And still the eyes I see are the same.

The same wrinkles under your eyes,

the same weak eyelids falling, covering part of your eye.

Your dark pupil has melted into the rest of your eyes,

making them yellow.

They tell your story,

the one you don't remember, the one my father tells me.

Your heavy wrinkles show the years of your life.

You look at me and smile with your eyes.

The light in your eyes brings me hope.

Through all you've been through,

the light is still there.

Your light, your smile, your shine,

they discover the darkness you are hiding,

the darkness you don't realize.

And though the color of your eyes have transformed from

a deep black to a pale brown,

the light is always shining.

And even if you leave me,

Your eyes will be with me till the end of time.




This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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