from my fathers perpective

Pictures

A short time ago it seems, I smiled down on that little newborn face of yours and snapped a picture of you and you mother. Then, what seemed like a couple months later, I watched you say bye dad, and leave for your first day of first grad, and snapped a picture. Then one day later, you sang on a stage, looking at me so you wouldn’t as you said, puke up you guts, while you sang that cute little Indian song in the fifth grade. You sat through my fathers funeral, seen me cry. Sorry honey, I’m not as perfect as you thought. So I took a picture, as you at there in that long black dress that covered all your sad and depressed. You look at me quietly with those dark brown eyes staring out at me from under that beautiful cap and gown, and so to capture you in happiness and snap a picture. Now you send me pictures of your littlegirl, who has her mothers eyes,a nd she reminds me of you smiling at me from old pictures. Through all these years, my hairs gone gray and so has my mind, but honey I still have all my pictures of you growing up. Even if I forget your name or your face, I still have my pictures, capturing all your grace. Love is one thing that never goes away, and me, I was caught up in it the moment I saw you crying for your mother.