I lie down and feel the fuzzy carpet
Entranced by the lights from the TV, I gaze
I prop up my head with one arm, firm yet gentle
Then my mother delves deep into her memories
And recalls how her father laid down the same way
Sadness grips my heart when she tells me this
When I yawn dramatically as a joke
I am told again my grandfather did the same
My mother claims I remind her of him
I feel left out of a well-known secret
And cannot even connect to her statement
I appreciate her recognition of me
But I cannot ever truly understand her
My soul grows heavier with sorrow the more I try
I am taunted when I think that the one man most similar to me
Could not survive just long enough for me to meet him
If only I could catch one glimpse not from pictures or photos
At least once, I wish I could see the man like me