My grandfather lay dying,

His lank hand stretched on mine.

An infant nestled at my breast,

Our heavenly bloodline.

The smell of death lingered near

Mixed up in mother's milk.

Genetic nexus that we share

Was firm yet smooth as silk.

Rich pleasure fused with sorrow

Drowned out my every sense,

And beckoned me to comprehend

That life is but a sequence

Of mysteries divine.