Flood of light enters this world though your eyes. There is no separating your face from the voice that comes and holds me gently in your presence. And though in pictures I saw your ears were large and stuck out, now whey are a perfect size. I love how covid gave you a beard. I wonder what I would think of it when I was a kid. There are creases by your eyes where the jokes you made and the smiles you’ve shared left their impressions. Your smile is a happy crescent shinning in dark of night. My father’s face.