My brilliant little cousin restored an important photo today,
A photo of my Grand-daddy Collins.
You see, I never met him, I never knew him,
I had only heard stories about him.
Now, I have a face. A face that I see myself in.
See how his lip is slightly higher on the right?
See those dimples?
I recognize those ears...
What about that chin....?
Yep, that's my grand-daddy. I can now see his face.
A face that reflects some of my many roots...