DadI, perched on the arm
of the chair
he, comfy in its embrace
the book open on his lap
in a voice resonant with music
he read.
Night after night
until eyelids closed
then opened and closed again.
That wonderous gift
given kindly with love
for words
for literature
for me.
for more poetry and prose inspired by the above prompt see Magpie Tales. Top photo courtesy of Willow. Second photo from my family archives. Me and Dad of course.
