Old Father

The father felt the warmth of his young daughterlying still, napping securely, snuglyagainst his side. He whispered quietlyto the child’s mother, neither wanting to wakeher. They were in awe of her beauty.Listening to her gentle breathing, they feltthe stillness like night owls over the nest.The father touched the child’s arm,and felt the newness of herContinue reading “Old Father”