Baby, you hungered for the Gaze.
“Can you see me? Am I really here?”
(Babies can’t gaze into their own sweet eyes.)
You beguiled the soft, charmed adults,
Captured the random friendly glances.
“Look at me! See me! Laugh out loud with me!”
Eyes of store clerk, mailman, doctor.
Offering up their transient love. Joy!
And now – distant echoes, warm, and empty.
Wouldn’t you like to read my poems?
© 2011 Merry Stanford