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Eyes That See You

Eyes That See You 
by Tayé Foster Bradshaw ©2007, 2014

First awake, last asleep
Master at multitasking  
Expert stretching and mending
Lives between want and need
Desires sleep
Giving everything
Every thing EVERY THING
Comes last eats last thinks last sleeps last…
Last Last…LAST

Wears many hats
Juggles home and money and chores
And…and…and…
Cries silent tears
Whispers tender prayers
Hugs little bodies
Counsels young minds
Smiles sighs
Does it all…Alone A Lone ALONE

She is Hagar and Bilhah and Zilpah
Feeding prophets and nurturing Kings
Wishes whispered through hands without rings
Unnoticed neglected forgotten
Silent unspoken dreams
Giving life always all ways All WAYS
Unseen seen love
Seeing celebrating honoring peace

Giving more with none
Loving silent with no one
Keeping life to give every more
Wanting help to walk through the door
Striving for more for them
Wondering when they will see him
Hard trying to be brave in all
Wanting someone to answer your call

To give rest you crave
Money you deserve
And Help you need
I can only wish
Yet for you who I was
I give heart and love and a gift of
Friendship and Happiness

And Eyes that See you.

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