Innocent Eye

Emma is on my lap.


A violet, chilly sky

Leaves goosebumps on my tan arm.

Across the restaurant

Women of an age

Are laughing.

Lovely in beige sweater sets,

Iced pink lipstick

And martinis.

Businessmen near me

Are bored

With each other,

Waiting to go home.

The leather and silver bracelet

My sister gave me

Closes with a magnet.

It is likely

She paid more for that

Knowing my one-armed challenge.

I feel loved

Each moment

I notice it

On my wrist.

Emma just had dinner.

She skirted her pill.

As usual.

All she seems to want

Is to be with me.

If I lived with a man

Who had his eye on me

At all times

Like Emma does

I might stab him.

But I adore Emma’s looking.

My life is full of love.

It is there because I see it as such.

I am a professional voyeur.

My awareness meanders

And I linger on a neighbors’ call

Across the parking lot:

“Be safe!”

Or the pansies

My sister planted for me

When she visited.

Love is everywhere

If I keep an innocent eye.

A soft eye..

Not an expectant eye

But one easy to surprise.


8 Responses to “Innocent Eye”

  1. Irene on October 24th, 2018

    Sometimes love is in the big hug, other times the small things. I am always touched by the devotion and love of my pets (currently 4 cats). Thanks for making me smile this morning…love the “stab him” line.


  2. Adele Rosen on October 24th, 2018

    Thank you Cathy
    for your Innocent Eye
    We are all everything

  3. Barbara on October 24th, 2018

    I might stab him, hahaha! I love “an innocent eye.”

  4. Jenny on October 24th, 2018

    One easy to surprise-lovely, just lovely . Jen

  5. Bryan Adams on October 25th, 2018

    Peace and Love dear sister. Thanks.

  6. Shanti on October 25th, 2018

    “It is there because I see it as such”
    I appreciate this as I am practicing receiving love from the universe, and noticing that I need to look carefully to see all the love around me. It is usually in the very small and subtle

  7. Becky Patterson on October 25th, 2018

    You got me at the first line. The violet, goosebumps, tan arm one. Oh. Everything you write I want to steal, eat digest, wish I’da thought of it. So I do. Digest it. Yes. I see beauty and treasure in little things. To save enrich my day. If I see dead butterflies out at my mailbox on a windy highway I gently pick the tattered but colorful wings up sayin, your life isn’t over yet. And bring them to adorn my dresser, by your dragonfly, saying ” nobody puts baby in a corner!”

  8. barbara Foutz on October 26th, 2018

    Your words are beautiful!

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