Dad

I glance into the mirror and see the weathered face of my Dad. I laugh and I can hear my Dad's laugh. I think of some of the things I should have done in my youth and didn't and I feel Dad's disappointment. I look at my children as they live their lives and feel Dad's pride. I look at my grandchildren and I see my Dad's dreams. I close my eyes and let my soul drift homeward and I feel Dad's quiet, strong love.