The Circle

All my life's a circle, sunrise and sundown. What goes, comes around. I see my father's eyes as I gaze at my own. Dad, it is good to see you again. The mirror in your eye reflects back, reflects back, reflects back generation from and into my children's eyes, Maggie and Pete. Mom you are there as well as my children's mother. It is complex, just look and see. Yes it is good to see you again.