My son’s eyes
are the exact same shade of blue
that mine were when I was his age.
They are the color of
innocence, ideals and imagination.
My eyes, indecisive, finally settled in a shade of green
that remembers the blue from long ago
but holds on to none of the innocence.
They are the green of
grief, understanding and experience.
Little boy, as your eyes shift with age,
promise me you will hold on to the crystal blue they are now –
the sky-wide depth they have at this very moment
as you look into my eyes
searching for a reflection of yourself.
A-the eyes of your soul are still profoundly blue.