Is a happy one.
As seconds turn to minutes turn to hours to days, years, decades…..
Spent staring into the same beautiful eyes.
Over and over and over.
They are reborn and stare back at you through your children’s children.
Or sometimes through another branch, another leaf.
Reaching to grab the morning sun.
We remember ourselves, trying to see our own reflections.
Of what has been, what is, and what may still be.
Laughs and Lobotomies 