Leah Kelley

Sweet Brown Eyes

Sweet brown eyes and

wild hair the color of the sun,

do you know how much I love you?

You have my face

and I have your adoration.

You’re as ornery as a bluejay 

and as maddening as a windstorm

during an umbrella convention.

I yearn to have tea with the 

future you

and miss the past you vehemently,

perpetually wearing a Cinderella dress

and mispronouncing the word “grandma.”

You are the moon and all of the stars to me.

I will protect you, hold you, guide you, love you.