reason to stay..........................................alive.

a hazel iris stares through the lens.
a perfect contrast of light and dark shades of brown circle around
tiny green and gold specks intertwine.
it's the same story thirty years ago.
only minute details, like colors and genders, are different.

it's her inheritance, combined with strands of generations before
the mind, the sight, the detail
repeating itself through her.

so she carries on, day by day
his interest is long gone,
long, long gone.
but it holds her still, sends shivers up her spine.

will it get passed on again?
no one can tell, no one knows
one can only hope that the beauty will continue endlessly.