I’ve always loved blue eyes;
they shine so bright
with every ray of light,
as if they might
ignite at any moment
Three baby girls,
they had bright blue eyes;
they hypnotised me
as I gazed into them
with a mother’s love
One by one, those dreamy delights
decided to leave home,
and in their place, each child
was left with replacements;
green, hazel blue and hazel green
How can this be?
Father has blue eyes,
as blue as the sky;
maybe if I have another
I will get the one in four
My dad had blue eyes,
surely that matters;
do the chromosomes natter
before they choose their partners?
Somehow I feel cheated
Why was I so disappointed?
Was this caused by self loathing,
that somehow my eyes
were not good enough?
But then I found self love
Three beautiful daughters,
with distinctly different colours
to reflect the beauty within
and also in others,
including that of their mother
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