I watched my father kneel down on one knee over his parent's graves today.
The stillness of the air
was far greater than the few little
words that could have been spoken.
After a moment, he rose with a sigh,
wiping away several tears before
they could even leave his eyelashes.
It was the first time I ever realized,
that one day,
I too would be kneeling
over my parents,
devastated and speechless,
leaving generations behind me
with nothing more than
a faint
sigh.
Been a while since I've cried, it was strange to me.