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Sunday, February 19, 2012

Child of My Child

Child of my child
You tug at my heart strings
I see my child in you
I see myself in you
I see you, but I see my child plus something else...

Like the added spice that makes the dish taste just right.


1 comment:

  1. Being a parent is hard enough. It's like a piece of your heart is walking around outside your body. Being a grandparent is bizarre. You see your child-exponentially walking around in this world outside your body. Pieces of your soul being disseminated throughout mankind, making an impact and putting an imprint uniquely of your background but dynamically infused with the collective consciousness.