Through her eyes
Her way

So much she has seen
So much that she knows
Her stories at times makes the tears flow
As a child wanting more
Being told you can’t walk through that door
Like a vessel she carry’s dreams and hopes for the ones she loves
At times I can hear her sighs
I can see it all through her eyes
Broken and still she keeps on giving
She says the good lord blesses all who are living
He makes his sun shine upon the wicked and the just
Knowing one day we will all return to dust
Holding her hand there was so much to be seen
Love like a blanket wrapped around me
Wondering why some things must be
Thinking what makes you so different than me
Love more powerful than anyone knows
It is the thread of this life and we are the machine from which it sews
Through her eyes you can see generational ties
For the dreams that rise and the dreams that fall
With grace and humility she has seen them all
From the field to a family of her own
She fought against racism to keep them strong
Handed down from generation to generation
She believed every soul is worth saving
Learning to see through her eyes
A blessing that helped to comfort some tears and sighs
A matriarchs role no matter the weather strengthen and hold the family together
She was a spark to ignite some dreams
Through her eyes there was so much it seems
About the Creator
Gregory Anderson
I am a writer and filmmaker director & author. Writing has always been a passion for me. I wrote and directed a play called “The Rosary” which traveled around for a few years. My book “Poetic steps in time and season” is available online


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