Watching this old snap when I was born, how his firm hands held us tight and his calm touch vanished our fears.
I watched Pa resting on the rocking chair, the robust personality withered with age & Parkinson.
His deep voice held thousand people but now he could be hardly heard.
Once he held me whenever I stumbled while learning to walk.
It was a joyous moment when he taught me to walk but now my heart comes into my mouth when I ask him to take one step at a time & balance his gait.
Linked with FridayFotoFiction Week 12