Through These Eyes

The sky rises up
in multi-color fashion,
every stone throw
you’re a fierce assasin.

Castles of sand
crafted by feet and hands
are homes to gods.
Raised to marching bands.

Glorious music
plays in the background.
Cartwheels are fun and
diamonds in mud are found.

The world makes
sense in coves and tulips.
And her eyes
can give sense right to it.

Am I a man?
Or an uncle?
Either title,
no trouble.

Sometimes I can be
not enough to stand,
why do you act like
I’m some superman?

So I’ll stand
strike the band again,
so I can stand
sticking out my chin.

I’ll make castles
of stone for her to live.
Free from peril
all protection shall I give.

I would tear the sky
I would burn the sun
if you wanted snowy
fields you want to run.

So blessed my soul
that you’re my niece.
If you want more beaches
for you I’d drain the sea.

A necessary part
of my soul and heart.
So even in death
from you I’ll never part.

This fierce world
has met it’s match;
no image or picture
could behold or catch.

Your smiles or energy
it’s not so hard to believe
that God would bless me
with you as my niece.

Caroline’s rendering of me two years ago.

12 Comments Add yours

    1. J Winchester says:

      Thank you Sir. She is. Nine going on twenty-four. She’s so sweet though.

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      1. Lee Dunn says:

        The expressive poetry and the darling girl. Both are beautiful.

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        1. J Winchester says:

          I really appreciate that Lee.

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  1. Great work on this, I really enjoyed not only your words but obvious love and appreciation for your niece.

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    1. Thanks dude! She is definitely cool people.

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  2. You’re showing the world you’re a “softie” at heart… 🙂 Love it!

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    1. Softie!! Bahahaha. Nah girl, that’s just my love for my family. Lol. We’re all crazy but we are also fun. 🤣

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  3. kristianw84 says:

    “Sometimes I can be
    not enough to stand,
    why do you act like
    I’m some superman?”

    You ask this, yet continue to talk about how you would go to the ends of the earth for your precious niece. No wonder in her eyes you’re superman. The best uncles usually are! Children also seem to have an amazing ability to see people for who they truly are, so I’m convinved.

    Incredibly sweet & well written poem, Jared. Your niece is beautiful!! 😍

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    1. Thank you Kristian. She is a splendid soul and I am truly blessed.

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