Natalie Bradner: Sweeping their cheeks as they twirl, big eyes, long lashes. Not me. I have eyes that kiss in the corners and glow like warm tea. My eyes are just like mama's, mama's eyes that kiss in the corners and glow like warm tea, crinkle into crescent moons. When she comes home from work, she scoops me in her arms, eyes sparkling like starlight, and tickles me until we laugh ourselves onto the floor. When mama tucks me in at night, her eyes tell me I'm a miracle. In those moments when she's all mine, flax of dancing gold tell me I'm hers, too.