Seems the tears come more easily, 

remembering his childhood moments.

If only another chance might prevail,

the natural course of things less mean.

Remember standing with a fishing pole,

two family members memorialized

in pictures at the time seem lovely,

and then with age becoming painful.

Wishing we could recreate moments

when love didn’t need definition, it

would happen because it all belonged

together in a winding road of a life.

Lives together create the realities

we seem likely to wonder today.

It’s my life that I will always question,

when it means to know how a life

can be measured with natural love.

The tears come more easily.