He sits down on the edge of the bed and opens the book.
His hands are familiar and he has his mother's smile.
In our minds he is so strong and he does not fear the world but I only feel his humanity as he reads.
Like the voice of a god, his is the first voice I will hear when I wake and the last I will hear as I fall asleep.
His sons for many generations will have his voice and children will hear it even as the world fades away.
Oh my...I cannot remember when I last read someting so beautiful - beautiful in its quietness - beautiful in its simplicity - beautiful in its ability to take the smallest details of the everyday and magnify them so that their true beauty is no longer limited only to those who look very carefully. I started crying when I read it and Jimmy had to wait for me to continue reading. This also reminds me of Pancho's poem about his little girl - everyone knows this kind of love - and as strange as this might seem - this also reminds me of The End by C. McCarthy (I know I always relate everything to that book) because in the end what you have written about is all we really have.
ReplyDeleteMakes me think of a strong father.
ReplyDeleteStill my all time favorite, T-unit. I want to use this in your wedding.
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