The huge brown eyes shimmer
with unshed tears of rage.
It’s not fair, she cried. You’re bigger
than I am. You can reach
the sweetie shelf.
Life’s not fair, her mother replies,
And candy rots your teeth.
You can have a sweetie after dinner.
Victoria Slotto is tending bar at dVerse, and asks us for a 44 word poem using the word “shimmer”. Never one to waste a god prompt, I’m also linking this to Elizabeth Crawford’s prompt for day 4 of Napowrimo, to write about what we see in eyes.