I stand back unseen...
watching in admiration as he moves from room to room
tentativly yet with confidence and grace
A well built handsome man.
His aqualine nose and strongly defined cheekbones bring memories of my father's good looks
I watch unseen...
as my grandchildren clamor around his legs begging for a ride on his broad shoulders...a push on the swing or a wild tumble in the grass.
He's their tyer of shoes...fixer of toys...dryer of tears...artist and teacher...painter of enchanting imagination
I move around unseen...
laughing as his contagious wit and quiet humor fill the cozy kitchen.
I watch him unseen...
as he moves back and forth from house to car
loading the wonderful remnants of the day...boxes bags and toys
'Daddy! Daddy!...look! I drew you a picture. Here! show it to your heart.'
I stand unseen
As he puts down his load and crouches to a four year old's level...takes the picture...traces every detail with his fingers then moves it slowly around on his chest
'Daddy! Daddy...did your heart tell you? Is it a good one ?'
'Yes son...I especially like this part'
How could I think that I'd been watching unseen
when all the while he was seeing me...
seeing me with his heart
My son, my amazing son...this incredible work of art