Be vulnerable

It was a beautiful Monday morning,
The sun cheekily smiled at my face forced me to get off the bed.
A child's laughter broke the silence
My niece ran to my with open arms
A toddler full of joy
She is a bundle of love indeed.
I cant help but kiss this sweet darling
Carrying this burden of love and innocence
I make my way towards the hall
Passing by my mother cooking in the kitchen
Passing by my grandmother, who is scanning the obituary section in the newspaper

Passing by my father whose smile is as radiant as the sun
I reach him and my niece starts touching his face with her gentle hands
but she only touches the frame of glass as he is on the wall

She pulls her hand back and kisses me
The last time I kisses my father,
He wore a white suit, white pants and white shoes
He was a man of style, so we sent off in his last journey with style

He taught me nothing
He didn't sit down to teach me language or math

He taught me nothing
He didn't lecture me on religion and God

He taught me nothing
greater than love

He taught me on family and love
He taught me how to sing and live
He taught me how to earn and give

He taught me how to be vulnerable

Vulnerability,
We hide it with cloaks of macho-ism and face value

Vulnerability,
We don't show it as we don't want to appear weak

Vulnerability,
Broke my mask and showed itself on 14th April
When my mother kissed my fathers lips, while he smile serenely in the box

My father said to me in silence,
live freely
be yourself
and be vulnerable
only then the woman you love will even kiss your corpse