Its The Eyes Or Its The Child

I see it in their eyes.

The look of satisfaction in their artwork.

Then pride when you conceede in its beauty.

The shared way my kids smile with me,

and how I cry when they cry.

Maybe not a flood of tears and the feet stomping motion-

but I feel my heart being squeezed by their little hands.

I see it in the way their eyes find mine,

when we are in a crowd of people-

they search for me.

I like the way their smile breaks when mine just starts.

And we see each other, clearly- with just a glance.

When its bedtime,

and I'm sharing my bed with just one of them,

I like the way they see me in the dark.

Their feet find my face and i smile at the size of them.

Growing to walk away from me.

I can love deeply, madly and often.

I can stepped on and thrown away,

I can get told off, cursed at and spit on-

but I wont get scared off.

Because in my eyes it all unconditional.

And all for you.