Eyes (standard:poetry, 147 words)
Author: kendall thomas	Added: Oct 19 2006	Views/Reads: 2874/0	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Statement.

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. 


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