achy insideThe color of faith –
blue gray eyes shining at him,
teary but smiling
looking up out of the dark
of the old magical well.
The sweet sound of hope –
her laughter in the sunshine
chasing her small son
as they play under the trees,
giggles wrapping around them.
The sweet touch of love –
her hands reaching out at night
gliding through his hair
as he pulls her close to him,
the place they both know is home.
