I see our faces,
Younger then.

Our children,
Coaxing….

What to say, “mom”
What to say…

We are here…now,
Different,
Because of YOU.

You live in us.

I see it.
The likenesses,
The similarities.
The glimpses of personalities….
A half smile here…
A glance there.

Yes, they live…
And love…
And we believe…in something…. because of them.

~Barbara Goldsmith