What Happened To Us?

On my way home from class on Saturday.

The day was eventful, emotional, and filled with lessons learned

Upon reflecting, I gripped onto the handles of my bike

Distracted by the scene laid out in front of me

She was no more than 3 or 4

Cutest little girl with braids and beads

Her father standing tall, standing guard she held her tiny hand in his

All that I had ever wanted was nothing more than that

A father who gently placed me upon his lap

Made me smile, made me feel loved and admired

This moment was bittersweet

As I felt nothing but happiness for them

But a longing within myself

Watching her take photographs of her father with her tablet

He tickled her, kissed her forehead and squeezed her close to his heart

She let out giggles and mimicked kisses

Of course I got to thinkin

There is no love purer than that of a child

No relationship more important than the one with your parents

They guide you, support you and lift your spirits

In return they ask for nothing but your love

They teach you to love

Teach you to speak and articulate

Teach you to play nice with others

Morals, respect and niceties

Wisdom from many years lived

As I stood there on the train a revelation came to mind