Poetry by David Filer

Dedicated to The Imani Project

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Promise

Hahna, do you have blue eyes?

In first photos, they look blue.

           

Blue, like May skies,

Eyes that entice,

Like Paradise.

Yes, I think your eyes are blue.

 

Of course, they may change in time.

People say that, and it’s true.

You with brown eyes?

Dark, scholarly.

Both warm and wise.

But for now, your eyes look blue.

 

Good, when winter clouds our skies,

To see eyes a lovely blue.

They’ll soon cause sighs

On summer nights.

Oh...Paradise!

Yes, I’m sure your eyes are blue.

 

To Hahna Isabella Filer, DOB 12/26/09

 

—David Filer