My daughter has my father’s eyes
My son, he has my mother’s
as generations of human lives
collapse on one another.

The same blue eyes
that taught me life
now look to me for answers,

under weight of succession
I struggle with questions
as my own death advances

For example:
How long will those eyes cry after I die?
It better be long.
I was way cooler to those
little lucky living bastards
than my shitty-ass parents were to me.