Inexplicably her eyes go deep

Only when we’re alone
And in the house does my dog
Listen to my whistling

And when she does
Something happens to her
Spiritually

It’s a mystery
But inexplicably her eyes
Go deep within

And her thoughts cloud
Into a pre-life
Of an old grandmother in mourning

Recalling children
Who have pre-deceased her
And whose faces

She is trying to remember
Her face in wonder
Of her choices

Without self-judgment
But tunneling to the past
With a fearless intent.