heaven’s eyes
ANNA DELAMERCED
i can’t see you but i want to know that
you are there (should i feel it in my bones?)
like meeting a friend for coffee and a chat
or catching up with a brother on the phone
i can’t see you but i want to know you
like a child who knows his mother’s hands
even when his eyes are closed through and through
(but sometimes i really can’t understand)
one day i hope, i trust, to touch your face
like a boy waiting to be adopted
jumping into his new father’s embrace
gasping that he had always been wanted
what’s seen now, is here temporarily,
but what is unseen, lasts eternally
Anna Delamerced is a senior concentrating in Public Health.
Sunset In the Mara
Meagan Peters ’18
Spring 2016
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