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.
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.
“Play is often talked about as if it were a relief from serious learning. But for children play is serious learning. Play is really the work of childhood.”
Fingers tight around colors of red
Tongue pressed out in concentration
Little finger touching paper of what will be
There is no face or sound to go with this predator after its prey, only the oppressing feeling of dire and the need to be free from its touch-less grip.
When you think a love can not get any stronger……your grandson will sing you a lullaby.
Will anyone see the pith that stumbled on embedded debris
No one can make a snow angel without an involuntary smile and happiness exploding from the far corners of their being, this is a universal proven phenomenon around the world (at least until proven otherwise).
can I have a swig of my water before I die of thirst instead of from the stroke