Everybody in our family has the same eyes besides me. My grandpa’s eyes are poor, due that he can barely see without spectacles. And my mother’s eyes, chestnut like grandma’s and grandpa’s . They never have any hatred in them only love and concern at times. Brians’ fierce eyes look intimidating at first then learn their gentle. He doesn't realize he isn’t freighting. My dogs eyes are lovely--little dark ambers that are always looking if I have food for each of them. And lastly my grandma’s, were beautiful like they were chocolate filled, which I greatly miss.
       But my eyes, my eyes , like blue waves with a dark supernova in the center, like little hurricanes circling around the nova, all blue and always ready to give guidance, reassurance, and love. When looking at kind eyes like mine,  you can never get away without me making sure you're okay. could be a curse or a blessing, always knowing whether happiness or sadness lies behind my family's eyes, their vibrant when the light shines on them and knowing when you're alright, please don’t take  away my light otherwise their misty and knowing your aren’t alright. Everybody in our family has the same eyes besides me but we share the same love that makes us look alike.