Tuesday Poem: "My Mother's Eyes" by Andrew M. Bell

My mother’s eyes are castles in Ireland:

grey slate and green grass.

The spirit of the Celts lives in her eyes,

laughing, brimming kindness cups.

Time has blown her auburn flame to ash,

but her eyes are those

of a rare and fair “colleen”.

My mother’s eyes say:

“Take care.”

“Respect yourself.”

“Be vigilant.”

“Do what you know is right.”