Poem and analyse

EYES
The first time I saw him, I was just a little girl
I was quite surprised
By how big and round
Were his chocolate eyes
His face was quite round and young for his age
But the wrinkles and gray hair gave his age away
He was short, strong and very endurant
But his best trait was how he was very patient
He was fun and funny and had the best laugh
His big belly would rumble
Every time he released his low chuckle
But the best curve out of the numerous ones he had
Was the curve his lips made when his eyes would crinkle
I was too young to understand
That the elderly needed to relax
I would always say:
“Grandpa, can I have a ride on your back?”

The second time I saw him, my sister was just a little girl
When he saw us, his eyes curved and his tummy trembled
His smile radiated with all the joy in the world
He replaced his hat which I thought was glued to his head
He never took it off or wore another instead
My sister asked: “Grandpa, can I have a ride on your back?”
He chuckled again and picked her up without slack
One evening, we were sitting on the bench outside
And had a conversation that would always reside in my mind
As he spoke in a way that was most wise
I couldn’t stop staring at his eyes
The big and round circles
Behind his thick spectacles
Made it look like he had never sinned
He said: “You know, you’re a very bright girl.”
He said it with a smile and stared at the world
His eyes twinkled more than the stars
The stars that clung onto the canvas of darkness
Until the morning sun flicked them off of it one by one

The third time I saw him lasted little time
He was lying down with his hat off
It almost seemed like a crime
I couldn’t see his face
I couldn’t say a word
I didn’t even have time to tell him the words I never said so often
Before the three words escaped my mouth
My aunt yelled at my cousin to get me out
After a while, I heard nothing but horrible sounds:
Screaming and sobbing that were extremely loud