Baba~

Baba.

Eyes glittering with experience.

calm and composed, yet the restlessness within

to learn, create, to discover.

Bold and upright. A true leo.

Hands aged with recurring touch.

Large and gentle, with a firm grip.

Mind, constantly beating with thought.

A sense of humor in his smile.

A boulder you could rest upon,

Like many travelers have before.

Hair, a silverfish tint of white,

White with grief, and concern, white from glory.

White with purity.

Mind of a warrior,

Heart of a child.

The belief to never let go,

Even though countless aeons have let go of him.

A sigh relived each time.

A walk down the road less traveled.

A fierce bond with natures miracles.

Not easily swayed by the wind,

Still deeply in love with it.

Trying to accept change. Trying. Trying again.

Happiness in small wonders.

A forgotten story.

Warm paranthas and butter, with a variety of sweets.

A winter night.

Family and loved ones around a lit dinner table.

Bit of chatter and sweet talk.

His brown rocking chair,

Rick-rock rick-rock.