eyes

Lost Brothers and Sisters.

I wish my eyes were like my ears.

In one ear and out the other.

But I must learn to live with what my eyes have seen.

Other men and women have seen the same, maybe worst.

They have learned to live with it.

So, I will to,

For those, who have seen it and are no more.

D. Randall Dollaway 

December 2025

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

A short yet very meaningful piece.... you write with strong words and vivid images....there is nothing worse than loss, of a sibling, a parent, a child....one really never recovers fully...always haunted like moments of terror....and this follow you for life....
Thank you for sharing
Warmly, B

[Randall]

Betty, thank you. It is nice to hear from you. I need to get back over to your page soon. You are right, you never quite forget it, it may be a word, a thought, or as simple as a cup of coffee. I don't think we were ever meant to forget. But to use the memories to guide us through life. I'll be too your page soon.
Randall...

[red93]

Complex and profound Randall, for all its brevity. Really Excellent ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

[Randall]

Thank you, red93. Your reviews always keep my eyes looking forward.

Randall...

[JessyJacob]

Hi,
Very great art piece, a very deep feel of pain to let go but it doesnt leave because we are made unknown, and been together, never separable though people tried so many times to make us apart. parent child relationship is in one life and for two people to love bond keeps for lives together, the thought that we are together makes them bonded, though people come in between us.

Jessy Jacob.

[Randall]

Thank you, Jessy. We survive because we have to. Being that, there is but one other choice. Randall...

[Buddhistboy73]

A short, yet deep poem about loss...

I liked the first line about eyes and ears....

This is a great reflective piece...

Thanks for sharing....

BB73

[Randall]

Thank you, I try to put some of it down on paper. It's things you try not to think about. They just sneak up on you once in a while.
Randall...

P.S. I read your Christmas in London Town. You are never alone as long as someone is thinking about you. There are a lot of people on this site who think well of you. If one day you think you're standing alone, look behind you, and you see everyone in your life standing with you.

[Buddhistboy73]

Cheers for the comments Randall...it's appreciated....

Merry Christmas to you my friend....

BB

[Randall]

Absolutely, my friend.

[Curly Grace]

Randall, this piece carries a quiet heaviness that settles in slowly. That wish for the eyes to forget as easily as the ears is such a simple line, but it opens into something much deeper, the kind of memory that doesn’t fade just because we want it to. It’s a brief poem, but it lingers in the way the truest things often do. Thank you for your service, Randall.

[Randall]

Thank you, ~Sarah~. They weren't the best of days, but days spent with men and women who were there for one another.
Randall...

[Thomas W Case]

This is stark and powerful. The way you grapple with what’s been seen—and the quiet resolve to carry on in memory of others—is deeply moving. Short, spare lines, but they hit hard.

[Randall]

Thank you, Thomas. I don't know if you've been there or not. But glad you know where it is...

Randall...