Brown into green #poetry #dVerse

Brown fleck
in a green eye:
something rare, I
got the green, the
thickness of your hair, my
children got the
hazel-brown
so maybe 
in that fleck
there was encoded
double-helix style
a spark
of life
which carried on from you
to me
to them
and now I see
with motherโ€™s eyes
the way you used to see.
And yes, Iโ€™m tired.
And yes, I struggle sometimes, still
At the heart of it all
eyes see
[and all
I see
is] love.

Tonight, Mish is our host at dVerse, and she has asked us to write about eyes. My mother had unusual eyes, green flecked with hazel. So I thought I’d write about those.

Green into brown
Me n my boys!

47 thoughts on “Brown into green #poetry #dVerse

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  1. Such a lovely photo, Ingrid, and I love this poem dedicated to your mother and her eyes. I would have loved to have had green eyes, but mine are blue. I love the touch of science in the lines:
    โ€˜in that fleck
    there was encoded
    double-helix style
    a spark
    of life
    which carried on from you
    to me
    to themโ€™.

  2. How we inherit traits and how and if we pass them on is a fascinating topic. It’s weird to see traits of generations passed on and not just the genetic ones in my sons. Wonderful photo of a loving mother and her two wonderful sons ๐Ÿ™‚

  3. I really like your response to the prompt, the way it combines the science of genetics with love and reflections of your mother. This part really spoke to me….”And yes, Iโ€™m tired. And yes, I struggle sometimes”. Acceptance and perseverance…some of the greatest gifts our mothers can give and teach us.

  4. I am a stepfather, so my three daughters all have their father’s bluish eyes. Mine are hazel/amber, that change with shirt color; no kids to inherit mine. Just found out last year I am Italian, and I have Italian cousins, aunts and uncles. My mother’s eyes were sky-blue.

  5. when i was little i use to want green eyes. i didnt like my dark brown eyes cause I didnt feel special. but, now i appreciate the beauty of it all. you and your boys look really cute and happy.

  6. I love your descriptive poem and the beutiful picture of you and your boys Ingrid. What happy green eyed adorable faces and smiles of lips and eyes. ๐Ÿ˜Ž๐Ÿ˜Ž๐Ÿ˜Ž๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘งโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ

  7. Hi Ingrid, I am here after reading Vincent’s post today about your little boy who has Benji’s big blog! ๐Ÿ’• I am amazed to see how could a tiny boy could write so well without his mom’s support and strength. You should be a proud mom for sure! ๐Ÿ‘

  8. At the heart of it all
    eyes see [and all
    I see is] love.

    Very well said Ingrid. The combination of two sets of characteristics into one is the fine work of Providence’s hands and the three of you together is a classic pose!

    Hank

  9. what a lovely family shot, good looking lot!

    Yes they often say we don’t fully appreciate our parents until we are one … nice your mum had unusual eyes

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