She was an angel from heaven.

God sent her down to this earth.

She made beautiful paintings.

Blind from birth with amazing green eyes.

Eyes I could stare into and get lost in.

Forever in Poland she stayed.

Forever in my heart she became.

Agnes, I’ll miss you.

Your green eyes adore you.

Let my blue eyes see you once more.

Let me love you from now on.

Agnes, I’ll miss you.

I’ve blinked so many times.

But you have not left.

The porcelain is clean.

The canvas is stretched.

The paint is applied.

Your green eyes can no longer hide.

© 2004 David Greg Harth

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