If I could paint my Pop’s eyes,
I would paint them sparkling,
like a diamond in the sun.
I would paint them dancing,
a lively Irish dance,
full of life, full of fun.
If I could paint my Pop’s eyes,
and paint them when he’s sad,
I’d paint them midnight blue.
I would paint them broken,
Reflecting all the pain
those sad eyes ever knew.
If I could paint My Pop’s eyes
then you would hear his song
and all your hearts would sing.
for I would paint his rainbow,
his trees, his flowers, his love,
and all the joy it brings.
Chrissy 02/04/2010
