The Most Amazing Little Boy
The machine replays your message over and over again
"Hi Mom this is your first born and his first born"
"Hi Grandma, it's Usei", beep
I always let it go to voice record
I play them over and over again sometimes at Nights
When thoughts of you bring tears to eyes wizened with age
Dark, saddened eyes that come alight when your voice registers
My smiles have gotten less
I can hear the changes in your voice
The very heart of me cries out at the injustice
At the injustice that would have you live so far from me
To see big gray eyes
The shape just like your Fathers
And his forefathers
Cheekbones chiseled tells of your African Ancestry
Nose so like your Grandmas
That wrinkles when you smile
Grandma this is Usei, beep
I'll always let it go to voice record
I listen each Day to your message and sometimes they make me smile
For my Grandson, when he was born, had big gray eyes, possibly from his Mothers lineage. He couldn't pronounce his first name very well as a Baby. I took creative liberties with the flow as he grew the color of his eyes changed.
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