No matter where you go, and no matter what you do, your mama has her eyes on you.
They are the least critical eyes you will ever have laid on your being.
They are eyes that will always see you for all that you are.
They are eyes, that if ever not literally on you, are still on you.
You see, the way a mama looks at her child is a way in which you will never be looked at by another because no one in this world can ever love you in the unconditional, birthed-from-my-being, sort of way that she can.
And a mother's eyes, they relay not only her unequivocal love for you but her eternal support of the person you are now, as well as the one you are destined to become.
No matter where you go, and no matter what you do, your mama has her eyes on you, and this is destined to, at some point, frustrate you.
Her eyes on you will feel disapproving; I promise you they are not.
Her eyes on you will feel heavy; I promise you they are on you with the intent of lightening your load.
Her eyes on you will feel like a burden; I promise you it is not yours to carry.
She keeps her eyes on you because she's never seen such a beautiful soul.
She keeps her eyes on you so that you trust she's always there for you if ever you need her.
She keeps her eyes on you so that you can keep yours focused on your life and your dreams.
Having your mother's watchful eyes on you isn't so bad, you know?
For it is her eyes that will always see past
and into the heart and soul of the one who she will forever share hers with.
No matter where you go, and no matter what you do, your mama has her eyes on you, and you're lucky as hell that’s the case.
I should know, 'cause I've got my mama's eyes on me, while I’ve got my eyes on you, and I've never felt more grateful for anything.