Your Eyes

Daddy says 

my eyes

are like melted chocolate

like ground cinnamon

like steaming pots of chili

like the soft brown of deer eyes.

He says my eyes

are deep and mysterious

like his and mama's

dark eyes.

So why do I love

your blue eyes?

Blue like clear skies

like a swimming pool

a lake, an ocean.

Deep blue like sapphires,

your eyes sparkle

they shine like dew

on Texas bluebonnets

that bloom in waves for spring.

I love your blue eyes;

they take me away

to distant places.

I wish they were mine.

      What color are your eyes?  Are they like your mom's or dad's eyes?  Think of all the wonderful things your eyes let you see.  Can you write a poem about eyes today?  Or, if you'd like, shut your eyes and then write a poem about the first thing you see when you open your eyes again.  Have fun.