Visually Impaired

“Who is that old man in the mirror?” dad asked as he looked up with a crooked half smile.

A Roller Coaster Ride

…Everyday I see him I say “I love you” because tomorrow is always uncertain.

Little boy Bobby

This baby face I have never kissed but know so well as it is one I grew up alongside and then again held as my own.

Inked for life

His first tattoo was at the age of 14 in 1952 paying homage to his mother and brothers.
I assumed all dads were covered in artwork and words.

Fully fledged

Holding tight to the porcelain edge

Wishing to be the eagle upon my chest

Wings spread and fully-fledged