A Spiritual Matter

Grey was the color of her eyes.

Soft as the feathers of a

mourning dove, mysterious as

the fog rolling over the river,

encircled with lashes deep as

the midnight sky.

Eyes that watched every movement,

gauged every nuance, that never let a

thing get by.

Thoughtful eyes, questioning eyes,

eyes that never shed a public tear up

until the day they were closed forever.


Terrytown child’s death is ruled a homicide; father arrested.

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