A poem about generations of family and the emotional ties that connect them.
Eyes of firstborn
Holding firstborn
We are tangled up now
In each other.
Little girl
Holding–little girl
Whose eyes are melting
Mine or yours?
We are tangled up now
In each other.
Love is the journey
We walk together
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