eyelashes

* for Lillian, my Love. who is the light of my life.

I counted your eyelashes

this morning.

At least,

I almost did.

Were my eyes better,

or they, less thick

it could be more precise.

I saw them all, in line,

flutter as you sighed dreaming.

Your loveliness was so precious and pure.

I wanted to bookmark

the moment in my heart.

So that in the pass

of time,

when you have grown

from my side,

I can remember this fondly,

and say,

“She was lovely and precious and mine.

And she had 63 eyelashes above her left eye”

(approximately)