i like to think
that all i am
is because
of all that you
have been.
that the color
of my eyes
is an intricate
mosaic of those
that have
seen before me.
the idea that
because your hands
and your feet
have explored
this earth
mine are so
lucky and proud
to do the same.
and i carry this
with me for
the day will come
when you
are gone and
i remain, when
those that
are to come
have came
and the only time
i see your eyes
is in pictures and
the mirror on
the wall.