Old Eyes

Crinkles form around
eyes that twinkle,
They whisper of hidden years
In their lover's dampened ears,
Sixty years together, growing old,
Collecting all the stories that are told,
Over and over, every dinner time,
Yes that one about loosing a dime,
But as I watch the grandchildren play,
I see their glimmer, and I need not say,
A look of love - real love, the only love I really know,
How old eyes shine so bright,
An echoing,
Learn'd light, believing in life -
Life they created, made together in a tangled path,
Forged and won by years of hard graft,
A blue pair, a brown pair,
Both never speaking words of care,
Yet there -
In those old eyes, I see the love and our family ties.

[inspired by my grandparents]