My Father

Sumi Dyment

The cold air bites at my rosy cheeks as snowflakes fall down from the sky, the sky looks like the pure white snow on the ground, I cautiously walk across the cold slick ground as the snow sticks to my warm chocolate brown hair. The crisp freezing cold air doesn’t affect my father’s contagious smile when he looks at me, my fathers jet black beard had slowly gotten more gray over the years, but his warm smile never changed, his terrible humor never changed, his kind gentle eyes never changed, his compassionate loving heart never changed, his playful gleeful laugh never changed, his love and loyalty for his family never changed, he’s my father and that will never change.