Her Eyes

You care for me in many ways I cannot even count. You nourish me In many ways You do not ever flaunt. I wish that I could give to you the same things in return. And yet I cannot do this for the gifts I give are spurned. Why can you give and not receive these small prizes that I share? Is it because more than yourself it is for me you care? Poems can create pictures in your mind. They can tell a story that inspires you, bring back memories that will make you smile and tug on those heart strings. From hard times to times of appreciation and beauty. This is a book you will enjoy reading. It also contains pictures taken near to the author's home. Please enjoy!