My son’s eyes are different than mine

While mine grew into orbs as I floated in my early existence

Cody’s were but a figment of my anticipation 

Products of Nature’s Creative Intention 

thwarted before they even began

 

My son’s eyes are different than mine 

While mine opened to take in his newborn beauty

Cody’s rested closed 

Eyelids meant to part at nature’s light

left shut, without purpose

 

My sons eyes are different than mine 

While mine search for meaning in rays of colour and light 

Cody’s expand and create new pathways of delight 

Nature’s Creative Adaptation at work

new networks growing into being

 

 

My son’s eyes are different than mine

While mine rest and close out the night

Cody’s open windows to a world of light

I never knew existed

 

My son’s eyes are different than mine

While mine decipher shape and function

Cody’s sculpt a tapestry of wonder

Nature’s Creative Artistry grows a bouquet of mystery

I may never fully understand