A short visit to my father turned out to be another blessed moment with him.
Asleep at midday, I sat beside him in silence, holding his hand.
He squeezed my finger, letting me know he acknowledges my presence.
I stroke his forehead and he gently smiles.
I then place my hand on his chest and start stroking him gently.
He utters, “feels good” with a smile of content on his face.
How I cherish these gentle moments with my father.
How I wish he realizes how much his words and gestures strengthen me.
I remain grateful and blessed beyond words.
His love and affection lingers deep within me.
