Holding you as you shook , I spoke from my heart. Told you of the light. Of gifts given. Of angels sent. Of chances used. 

Vacant eyed and cold, you irritatingly snapped back at me.  “ I am not like you! I  just don’t  understand ANY of this stuff!” 

Calmly, and confidently , I sat down next to you. Putting my hand on your scabbed up chest , I  brought my voice down to a low whisper.. 

“One day, many lifetimes from now; you will. On one fine day,  just like the wind ; a soul memory  will sweep over you. Of times past..of love taught. Now that , sweet boy .. that will be me. “