simple (living)

Fathers

Observing and adoring he'll patiently sit--contemplating and counting his blessings. He'd carry the world, with all its tremendous weight -for you- dreading the day you'd have to hold it on your own.

And so, there's strength and pride, fear and distress--but their faces are so beautiful, emanating love and joy. Nothing matters except for the sounds of their laughter and the pure vision of their existence.

He knows life is short and can be a terrifying place, but there's nothing he can do besides
_sit back and love
_stand up and protect
and bring forth some wisdom

to love and be loved,
can be more than enough.





rest peacefully, grandpa.
[Antonio Malatesta; Oct. 23, 2011]