LIKE FATHER, LIKE SON
I was drawn to their son.
The kind blue eyes
That softened, and crinkled in the corners
When they dared make contact with mine.
The broad shoulders,
That beckoned me to lay my head
Against the chest they framed.
The unassuming demeanor
That spoke volumes to me
Of how he was raised.
But my heart had been wounded.
My trust had been broken.
My spirit was guarded.
Until I met them.
And I saw
The kind blue eyes
That softened, and crinkled in the corners
When they made contact with hers.
The kiss placed tenderly on her head.
The hand that gently stroked her cheek.
The whispered prayer that honored her.
The heart that took in
Every word she spoke,
Every breath she drew.
And I knew
Their son,
Who was stealing my heart,
Could be trusted.
© Marie Elena Good, 2010
Happy Father’s Day to my father-in-law and my husband, You are both dearly loved.
