A peeping eye
A focusing camera lens
When we look at it
it looks back
With each blink of an eye
the freeze-frame is the time Grandma spent with us
and the moment

This is Grandma's eye
Although our eyes can't meet
I believe she is gazing at me somewhere
As always
her eyesight has never moved away from us
Till the end
it will never change

For me
this eye is the embodiment of Grandma
She is a shining star far away
She is the one to whom send my wishes
She will also guide the way when I get lost