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|Eyes (standard:poetry, 147 words)|
|Author: kendall thomas||Added: Oct 19 2006||Views/Reads: 1668/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
I'm tired of looking Into the eyes of the dead: Friends, family. The last one Held my hand As I was leaving. The eyes resigned, Wanting to say goodbye. It's always the same. There's no fear, No wailing or regret, Only resignation, A tired look, Not bothering to fight. . My mother rose From a deep twilight Just before she died. The small patient hand That had guided mine Over tangled shoe laces patted it one last time Before she closed her eyes. . My dog lay quietly On the stainless steel table As the vet gave him A lethal shot. I whispered goodbye. I'd always told him there Was a doggie heaven Without leashes and fences, where we'd take long walks forever. But I think he knew I'd lied, For there was only Resignation in those Tired old eyes, A final wag of tail His goodbye. Tweet
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