She knows.

She has her father’s smile. Even,
probably,
in pain, her smile is wide.

I peer at her, my gnarled knotted hands have held her curious gaze again and again.
Only a month old,
what a feisty little one.
Like that red bear ball on the couch. Reach for it. Reach for it now. Reach ––––––

and she babbled to it. Huff, puff, huff, puff. She cannot crawl yet. She’s too young. But she’s already been through so much.

 

Yet, she knows. I know. She looks her questioning eyes into mine. Like her father. Just like her father. She’ll have his grin in a few years. And his drive.

 

But right now, her curiosity is peaked by me, my knowing glance, and my gnarled hands,
peppered by years of eau de Cologne.

She cracks a smile. She knows.

Ayo. Those who know, know. 23 November 2019. Self portrait. New York City region. ©le_chah_errant

2 Comments Add yours

    1. beachah says:

      Thank you Francisco..

      Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s