Looking at his son across the room
He feared to cross that divide
But how long could he stay in this dark
That allows us all to hide
Is there a wrong so great in life
That it undoes every good we've ever done
Is there an act so good it would undo all of our wrongs
Every single one?
And in putting his whole
Life into this gesture
Would failing make it
Any lesser?
Then through the window he saw
In the falling snow so near
The outline of his son's mother's face
But then it disappeared
It was only there for a second
And a second's not long, but yet
It was enough to cause that man
To take his first step
And that step was followed by another
in that room lit so dim
And before he realized how far he had gone
His son was directly in front of him
Then the father noticed on the windowsill
An old photo that he had long ago seen
It was a picture of him and his wife
When they were both about nineteen
It was leaning against a folder
That said "Property of the Deceased"
And underneath was his wife's name
And the date it had been released
It was obviously her personal possessions
That had been given to his son
Because since he had left them all behind
The child was the only one
His son must have always kept it with him
For the folder was weathered and torn
And he must have gazed at the picture countless times
for it was tattered and worn
Then his son noticed him standing there
And from his task looked up
And then looked at the picture beside him
And that one look, was enough
He recognized it was his father
That was now standing there
And gave him a smile of pure love and forgiveness
And of the past, he did not care
He did not care where he had been
The whys, the wheres, the hows,
He only cared that his father was there
Standing by him now
Then the father turned and walked across the room
Which by now had lost its distance
And went to the nearest incubator
And picked up a trembling infant
And with the child within his arms
He returned to his son
And all the pain within his soul
At that moment was undone
And he sat in the rocking chair beside him
With the life he had retrieved
And side-by-side together
They rocked all through that Christmas Eve
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