I may not hear words Iíve long yearned to hear
But you see that his eyes speak perfectly clear.
They tell me heís happy , they say when heís sad,
His eyes say the words that he never had.
His laughterís a beacon that lights up my life
His smile lets me know that things are alright.
His sweet little kisses, they speak to me too,
His tight little hugs say so much more too.
They tell me he's tired when itís time for goodnight,
And then just like voices they rest for the night.
His eyes tell me more than just plain words could do.
And because of those eyes I see the world better too.
Dave Curry for his
Grandson Chase 2004
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