Today, Andy Schoenborn inspires writers to listen to the words of the Chilean-American author Marjorie Agosín. In her poem “My Mother’s Eyes,” Agosín shares the hope she sees for herself in the reflections of her mother’s eyes. He inspires us to write a poem of reflection seen in the eyes of another person. I chose one of my grandsons, River (2), thinking back on our FaceTime conversation yesterday!
In My Grandson’s Eyes
In my grandson’s eyes
are rivers of life
teeming
with the fervor of
each moment
and an urgent need
to share it
unclad
in a Garden of Eden
along the marsh creeks
he runs
pumpkin to pumpkin
bringing each:
“wittle”
“big”
proudly holding them
for me to admire
like a fisherman’s trophy
into the FaceTime screen
eyes of cerulean sky
with twinkle stars
gazing upward
expressive in wonder
intense with passion
recalling
“da punkin patch”
with a smile
almost as big as
his pride
inspiring me
to
seek the joy
to
see such big magic
in wittle simple things
Common Threads 
Oh, Kim – this is beyond precious! I so know the little ones' “fervor of each moment” and “the urgent need to share it” – indeed, they cannot contain it! Love his pronunciation and how you used it at the end … “wittle simple things” – perfect closing. And: he is just BEAUTIFUL!!
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