Two generations separate the two.
Different clothes. Different music. Different times.
No difference in morals. No difference in ideals. No difference in love.
A man who walks in the same footprints as his grandmother’s.
Echoing every word she ever spoke, every lesson she ever taught.
Every day he wakes up thanking God for making him, her grandson.
Every day he wakes up thanking her for everything she has given him
She is the flash that makes the portraits of his life light up
An inner beauty caught by the click of his fingertips
