My memories are like pebbles tossed into a lake, rippling the watery recesses of my mind
breaking up the silence within
Driving with her by my side, a glimmer in my eye as she puts her hands out the sunroof
and tells me that the wind feels special between her fingers.
I share stories of past experiences with her, as she sits with eager anticipation.
As I watch my brother grow as a husband and father
does he feel himself changing?
With no children to call my own
it’s easy to savor small moments with little ones.
The glint in his eye as he looks up to me and points to the sparkles in the sky
and then, moments later
I look down to see him snuggled to my chest, eyes closed
the sparkles are now his own memories.