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My Father's Face.
By Charles E. Jensen
I looked up and saw my father's face.
I smiled and it smiled back.
I looked close and studied it for a moment.
The eyes looked tired and somewhat lonely, but seemed to smile at me.
There were some wrinkles and laugh lines at the corner of those eyes.
The corners of the mouth were drawn up in a smile, and I wondered if he was remembering his first love, or the birth of his children and grandchildren.
Then I noticed a tiny tear start to form in the corner of his eyes.
The smile seemed to disappear and his chin quivered ever so slightly.
There was a loneliness in those eyes that only a moment ago were smiling.
I knew it wouldn't last long, but there it was, and there was nothing I could do.
In a moment it was gone, and the tired old smile I’d come to know so well, returned.
I knew the thoughts were once again of what that man had, instead of what he didn't.
I turned away from that face, turned off the light, and left the steam to once more fog the mirror.
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