Watching a father and
a daughter—down syndrome?
The father gingerly orders his drink
While the daughter chooses a spot—
Right next to me—
I felt flattered by her choosing,
But then again,
She was unaware of my general presence
She took a seat at the couch-like booth
Crossing her legs and taking off her shoes
Which expose her bare, chubby feet
And puts them on the window sill—
This makes me silently giggle.
The father laughs and tells her,
Unseriously, to put them back on
He takes a sip of his coffee-
As she takes from her bag
From next door,
A dunkin donuts glazed
Crumbs go everywhere
As she delightly devours it
I enjoy watching them interact
They speak so intimately
So tenderly, like they had
Ten thousand inside jokes
I wish I talked to my loved ones like that.
After eating, they re-locate to a bar booth,
As if they were bothering my reading,
After returning from the restroom,
He laughs and gives her tiny nose
A gentle kiss.
And my eyes water, for just a bit-
Realizing this was not just any picture
Of a Father who loves me more than this.
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