Their Eyes, a poem

I see thousands
Of children
And one out of every
Five hundred or so
Reminds me of you.
The tilt of your head,
The grace of controlled movement,
But mostly it’s in
Their eyes.
Deep, liquid pools
That meet my gaze
And draw me in.
I can’t help but imagine
What you were like at their age.
I feel a loss,
An inexplicable grief,
Poignant and true.

Copyright 2015, Kat Micari