(15/07/56 / Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.)

' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' All Seeing Eye (For Scarlet)

She read
my closed eyelids

with the slightest
of touches

sculpts
my open lips

with the soft tip
of a little finger

an open palm
cupping my cheekbone

as if it were precious
porcelain

a wrist
hold back

a flow of hair

curls escaping
through her finger.

She arranges
& re-arranges

my smile

creates its
laughter

her fingerprints
all over

whorl upon whorl
me

a thumbprint
left over like a potter

on an eyebrow

touch upon touch
upon touch

butterflies
and yet more
butterflies

my granny
in her blindness

reading me
with her fingers

bringing me
into being

with a wave of her
hand.' ' ' ' '

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I have always had very poor eyesight, so blindness has always been a great fear of mine, but somehow, some way, this has made me envious of that all seeing eye, the hand, that touches and memorizes those we love and treasure. To touch, to feel, to KNOW the very essence of someone, to long to see them and not be able to...but still, yet, to somehow know their faces. This is beautiful.