An angels voice ,a tempests eyes
The sweetest women in disguise.
You where many masks ,
And try to take on so many tasks.
A mother, a care taker , and still time to be a friend.
From the kindest heart,
The ones from the dearest part.
Eyes so deep, the reach the soul within.
To this beauty , where shall I begin.
I fear I may not be good enough.
I fear I may not be as tough
As she may need me to be
But she can still see me.
As a man worth her time.
So I try to reach her in a rhyme.
To thank her for seeing what I can not.
To pray I can be what she needs.
To never make her repeat her pleads.
I write this once , and only once.
In hopes that someday.
That somehow I may ,
Be in my eyes , what she sees.
About the Creator
Kevin hodgson
single full time father.
I love to cook and write for my friends.
Taking a step forward to start sharing to a bigger world now.
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