Just Brown

• Hannah Moro, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2016

I stared into your eyes, and it was then that I had started to love my own.

I realized that they weren't just brown; boring and dull and lifeless as I often described them.
They were warmth and comfort; like a rich hot chocolate on a chilly winter night.
They were adorned with beautiful flecks of gold that stood out, much like the first blooms of flowers in the early days of Spring.
They were an eclipse of delectable caramel and melted chocolate;
They were the terrain beneath the chestnut horse's galloping feet as it runs free and wild.
But most of all they were welcoming, and suddenly I felt the burning urge to spill all the words I had held back for so long out to you.

So, no, my eyes are not just brown. Nor are his or my mother's or anyone else's.
They are brown. Beautiful, comforting, enchanting brown.