Dedicated to all of the women who have and still do share their beauty with me. Grandmothers, Mothers, Wives, Daughters, Granddaughters, Friends.

Those eyes,
Her eyes.
The windows to her soul.

Filled with a lifetime of memories.
Accomplishments,
Loves,
Magnificence seen.

Disappointments,
Losses,
Sorrows been.

They still glimmer with living.

Though in their darkness lays.
Hidden soreness from:
Broken promises,
Lies told to her,
Abuses inflicted,
Judgement placed.

Through it all she's a survivor.
True beauty hides,
Behind her mischievous glint.

Those eyes,
Her eyes.
Tell her story.
They can't predict her future.
They do reveal her past.

Look between the cracks.
Peer past the dust.
Behind them are the leys,
Leading to her caring heart.

Those eyes,
Her eyes.
Are the fractured,
Tear streaked panes,
To her gentle,
Loving soul.