Today I saw true love of a father and daughter. His ancestry was apparent, it was close to his time, so he was tired. He had assistance of a metal frame and the soft consistance of a daughter. Her faith was drapped about her, features hidden only revealing eyes. She settles him in a seat that she can care for him attentively, wiping his facial features with kindness and love. Speaking soft and respectfully. Worn from travel his eyes said he wanted to submit, yet he had to hold on to his daughter who needed to be protected. The vibration of feeling traveled through to all who lay eyes upon them. I was honored to witness this love.
The best things happens when words are spoken
Naiobi Poetry 