He has seen my life from its beginning–
it was and always is on his mind.
He combs the story like a mom her daughter's tangled hair.
He puts it far away to examine it in context,
holds it close to enhance the smallest detail,
and plays and replays greatest moments.
He does not grow tired of it...or me.
His stories make his heart race;
his children leave him speechless.
Gungor's album, Beautiful Things
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