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
Beautiful