Blue Eyes Poem by Elaine Battersby

I saw her from a distance.

Body swollen and slouched, she sat motionless,
Sad
Solitary
Desolate.

Her face was reddened, puffy, through years of neglect,
but a flash of vivid blue struck me, echoing a story of a distant past.


As I smiled and gently touched her face slipping her a coin, she smiled back and a tiny tear brightened her lovely blue eyes, then fell softly on her cheek.

We had made our connection, both touched by our experience,
Our stories.
Only ours to know and understand.

Elaine Battersby
September 2011