Measure could be love; and be love!
Looking in the eyes of my daughter as she faces me; I know she sees the rising sunshine burning on my face. The developing wrinkles on my forehead, the observant eyes, the high cheek bone and my full lips. She sees, looking back at her the eager soul I carry, with hugs and kisses I leaves to connect, with smelling aroma of my body. Arose I goes to collect my son and daughter from school. Always makes me laugh silly grammars explore my mind. Warmness in my hands to change the mood; the encouragement to write silly stories to tell it with humor, lift up my head so high in a day now.