Gifts

My eyes are my greatest inheritance.
I am happy to share them with my brother.
Growing up I was always bothered by the way that my pupils nearly blended right into my chocolaty iris’.
But not anymore.
Now when I pass a mirror and catch a glimpse of my eyes,
I am stunned.
I see an old familiarity that is unmatched, authentic.
Warm, yet chilling.
An old familiar friend, locked somewhere behind that shady hue.
“The greatest gifts are the ones we share” my mother always says.
So yes, my eyes are my greatest inheritance.
Through them my grandmother sees her son, I see my father,
and I like to think that the piece of him trapped within my heart gets a chance to peer out into the world that his soul made a little brighter.