Post: My Guardian Angel

Quietly he glides…here and there…
Shoulders hunched, face tired, he observes silently…
Clothes hang off his skinny frame…
Sometimes I imagine that he never seems to eat…just how he manages to survive with so little food is beyond me…
His eyes skim the scene before him, forever warm, forever caring…
So deep and loving, yet unbelievably smart, wise and calculating…

Those eyes, the eyes of my father.
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