They say the eyes mirror the soul,
Be it sparkling as diamond, or black as coal.
Today it is one set of eyes of which I write;
One pair of eyes that once sparkled with light.
These eyes have seen much of both good and ill;
They gleamed with amusement, or flashed iron will.
These eyes saw the horrors of war, and the wonder of a newborn.
They glistened with rage, and shed tears as they mourned.
Yet above all else, these eyes could show love.
Love for his wife, his family, and his Lord above.
These eyes that have seen such joy and sorrow,
Now gaze with rapture on Heaven's tomorrows.
These eyes have seen the world in a way my own never will;
For these are my father's eyes...
