Eyes close as she holds him gently,

She makes sure to remain tranquil

For her entire world is in her arms.

The Life she created as fragile as the porcelain on the shelf nearby.

Missing the glisten his eyes bring with every moment he rests.

Years pass, his delicacy grows thin as does his mothers figure.

Aging quickly as he begins to search for meaning within.

Building a legacy in his mother’s name after she loses to a curse within

He remembers that day like it was yesterday

They sat on the bridge by the lake,

She told him about when she was his age,

Just over there. Beyond the trees, her father took her out and told her the same story about his father and him. Sitting on the bridge and talking about their legacy.

He reached in his pants and he pulled out a locket.

On one side, his mother and him. This photo he recognized.

On the other side, a young girl and her father.

The photo was aged and lacked color but he could tell by looking at both sides,

The eyes had passed on as did the story. Those eyes were his mothers.

He recognized them in his grandfather too,

For when he placed the locket back, he looked up to see his daughters eyes glisten with the same sparkle.

Hoping to one day pass along the story to her and to know that no matter whether he is there or not, the legacy will always remain.