I look at you and you stare back every time
with those same huge brown eyes
that I fell madly in love with seven years ago
or was it twenty-seven?
A piece of me has always known that you are a reincarnation
of your exquisite great grandmother.
The joy that, that qualifier would have brought her.
Half of me thinks if you could have only known.
Because it’s hard for that half to imagine her any other way
Any other being.
To imagine her being mine instead
of me being hers.
Though, in every way
I will always be yours.