two people

two generations

different in many ways

except in the way her eyes twinkle

as she talks

because his do the same

every time he sees her

the last of his family

the seeds of the future

he’s planted

she chatters

on and on

never failing to fill him in

on all her escapades

and as he listens

all he hears is

‘I’m happy’

and he’s thankful

that he did one thing right