I've been looking, but....

Eye Don't See

by stu pidasso

11November2009

Eye don't see

the races you win

as you swim

the waters mightily

Eye don't see

the tears you weep

as you sleep

staining your pillows nightly

Eye don't see

the outfits you wear

or the boys stare

on the awaited weekends

Eye don't see

the look of sheer joy

on the face of my boy

playing with new friends

Eye don't see

the abundant emanation

of copious frustration

wrestling emotional twisters

Eye don't see

overwhelming compassion

unbridled, no ration

while playing with his sisters

Eye don't see

the pain and sorrow

felt each morrow

waking as sleepy head

Eye don't see

the rhyme or reason why

inside we must die

and cry each night in bed

Eye don't see

enough of you, so true

over too much ado

occasional photos instead

Eye don't see

what eye can feel

as fingers peel

at these sky blue balls

Eye can feel

the torment plain

in each refrain

of their tortured calls

Eye can feel

the searing fire

growing steadily higher

with each season's fall

Eye can sense

your puny defense

of the pretense

on that side of the wall

Eye

will be the norm

as an eye of the storm

sure to reach its landfall

Eye hear

the ayes have it,

but by bad habit

I ignore implores to not even the score

Because an eye for an eye

none can deny

is a sound lesson

passed down form old lore