My first child, Sonja:
"...her hair flying this a way and that a way in the wind..."
ANGEL EYES
Sometimes when I gaze at those angel eyes
I think I am looking at Eve,
or is it Mary, or Heavenly Mother
that I think my mind conceives?
No, its none of these that my mind preceives
but someone who is fair and wise.
Sonja, my child, it is you that I see
when I gaze at those angel eyes.
Sometimes a small glimpse of what you will be
comes forth in an admirable way;
When you tell me you love me or say that you're sorry
or help me with work through the day.
And, sometimes I see the woman you'll be
by the way that you comb your hair
or when you whisper sweet secrets to me
or by the things that you share.
Sometimes I wonder, "How can this be so.
Did you really choose me for your mother?"
But when I see those eyes look at me
I know that we each chose no other.
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