Child.

I’ve got my eyes on you. 

Not with a paper and pen

To keep track of

All your mistakes and failures,

Not with an ear tuned

To catch any details

That might produce the juiciest gossip.

Just open eyes, open heart, open hands.

I’ve got my eyes on you because you are my beloved.

Child.

I’ve got my eyes on you.

Not because you’re a handful,

Not because you’re a problem child,

Not because no one else can tolerate you.

Just because absent of you,

There’s an empty space in my heart.

I’ve got my eyes on you because

I can’t take my eyes off of you.

 

Child.

I’ve got my eyes on you.

And don’t think I don’t see your pain, your struggles.

It wrenches my heart.

It opens a well of tears.

It burns my eyes,

And burdens my chest.

I don’t just see your pain, I feel it.

I’ve got my eyes on you because

You are a part of me.

 

Child.

I’ve got my eyes on you.

Because you are my joy.

You’re the reason I died.

You’re the reason I came

To this earth in the first place.

You’re the reason I keep

Extending grace in a million little ways.

I’ve got my eyes on you because

You mean the world to me.

 

Child.

This is not cliche.

This is not a joke,

Or a feel-good mantra.

This is not flattery.

This is real, and it is true.

For you. Personally.

Can you grasp that?

 

Child.

I’ve got my eyes on you.

So I was just wondering,

Could you keep your eyes on me?