I know my father.
His hands,
his voice,
his eyes,
a kindred spirit,
my father.
Soft,
yet work hardened hands,
to the rescue when I had fallen.
Grey eyes,
eyes that seemed
to see into my soul,
seemed to look through me, transparent,
I seemed.
Voice,
deep yet loving,
unforgettable,
and kind.
Kind,
loving,
and honest,
my father fell under each one of those
categories.
For: Kurt Brown
Apr 30, 2013
Apr 30, 2013 at 6:01 AM UTC
I know my father.
His hands,
his voice,
his eyes,
a kindred spirit,
my father.
Soft,
yet work hardened hands,
to the rescue when I had fallen.
Grey eyes,
eyes that seemed
to see into my soul,
seemed to look through me, transparent,
I seemed.
Voice,
deep yet loving,
unforgettable,
and kind.
Kind,
loving,
and honest,
my father fell under each one of those
categories.
For: Kurt Brown