He laughs,
Even when I’m not telling jokes.
But I don’t mind it.

Politely patronizing me,
He makes me feel young and
I find it...

Soothing.
His wise eyes upon me,
Like a father,
As if I'm your loving daughter.

He smiled at me,
As he rolled his cigarettes tenderly.

I’d always compared this,
To the way he’d treated me.