In Her Eyes

You care for me
in many ways
I cannot even count.

You nourish me
In many ways
You do not ever flaunt.

I wish that I
could give to
you the same things in return.

And yet I cannot do this
for the gifts I give are spurned.

Why can you give
and not receive
these small prizes that I share?

Is it because more than yourself it is
for me you care?

" Poems can create pictures in your mind. They can tell a story that inspires you, bring back memories that will make you smile and tug on those heart strings. From hard times to times of appreciation and beauty. This is a book you will enjoy reading. It also contains pictures taken near to the author's home. Please enjoy!