I look into her face and see his features before me like a mirror reflecting a mirror. She doesn’t realize it. She is not to be compared to another. She is however, a token of one lost before her she never met. As she grows, his image never leaves. His eyes never saw, my eyes never close. Resemblance keeps love alive.
Petals drop silent
Other flowers following
Carry the fragrance
dVerse prompt is token. I have misplaced many things over the years, but the most important tokens are those in the heart and in this case genetics, of which fascinates me more and more.