Unsullied eyes, in silence, soliciting,
A warmth like no other emanates,
As you look at my being, I see,
The father, the son, and me. Solitary.
As I am my father’s son, a son you are to me,
Not a continuity, but a chapter,
Not a story, but an account,
With every moment shaped and shared,
Memories of my own emerge.
Those caring hands [...]
