Mosaic
Wet, inherited eyes, scarred by men's blows, shield a child's dappled innocence.
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My daughter has my eyes
and I have inherited mine
from my mom.
My eyes are always wet.
Mom had smiling eyes.
Dad used to call her
an apple of his eye.
My husband called mine sparkling
that hooked up young men.
He punched on my face
when I applied mascara to my eyes.
I am waiting for Naina to sleep.
Her eyes have curly lashes.
The surma on them
will ward off evil eyes.
dawn –
dappled light
on the fawn’s body