I Look | A Short Piece by Autumn Rebecca

I hope you enjoy the short piece below. The beauty of seeking and finding is far beyond our comprehension.

I Look by Autumn Rebecca

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I look at mommy and she looks at me. I know she’s mommy because the way she speaks—so tender and mild.
I look at daddy and he looks at me. I know it’s him because he laughs just like the man who cradled mommy’s tummy.
I wish I could tell mommy and daddy of the way God looked down on them… It’s just like they look at me now. Perhaps I’ll tell them when I grow old.

I look at mommy fixing her hair and she meets my eyes with the reflection of the mirror. Her voice is tired, but sweet. “You’re my little angel.”
I look at daddy in his church clothes and he looks at me with an exhausted grin, commenting on how pretty of a princess I am.

I look at mommy and daddy as they bow their heads and ask God for strength in what they call this tough season.

I look at mommy and daddy as they wave goodbye. I’m going to school now. They say it’ll be great, but their hearts are weary… I see it in those eyes of theirs.

I look at mama and she looks at me. Her hair glistens a color I’ve never seen, but I think it’s pretty. I wish she felt the same way.
I look at daddy and he looks at me. His hair is ruffled from a long day of work, but he still has time to play with me.

I’m a teenager now. I watch the way dad looks at mom and the way mom looks at dad. It’s not like the way it used to be. I wonder if that fight of their’s caused a negative impact. I didn’t mean to do it. I know I can be a handful with my spiraling emotions, but I wish they knew that I still love them so.

I look at mom, her eyes full of tears, but her smile genuinely huge. I look at dad and the way he clings to my arm as if saying goodbye forever. I look at my soon to be husband who stands all handsome at the alter. I wish they knew that my heart belongs to every last one of them.

I look at my mom and dad. Their hair is white and their faces are aged. The way they look at each other shows.

I look at my husband and the babe in my arms. They never fell out of love like I had thought when I was young… They had only grown to love each other more through what they called the moments to learn from.

I look to the sky with my eyes closed and allow my Heavenly Father’s love to pour over me. Thank you mom and dad for teaching me who would be there when you went on to the above.