More than a pair of glasses

More than a pair of glasses
Two round pieces of glass united by a gray metal. That is what I remember when I think about my father. They are really old. The big glasses that can look through the future! That is what my family use to say. Actually, it is true. These glasses are symbolic and really important. They mean work, dedication and fight. That is why they are my father´s treasure. We can play with them, laugh at them or even hate them. Nothing will destroy them. They are not only representative emotions. They mean everything. Everything my father is; his pure, intelligent essence. These glasses have live many things, many stories. He takes care of them as he takes care of himself. They are the eyes of a dedicated professor and father; of some one that wants to see the world. The unique mixture of fight and peace. All the background involved in them. I really respect them. They are even more, more of what anybody can think of. A child with an eye problem, troubles in school because of that. At the end, he is more than that; more than laughter and jokes; more than just a person with glasses. Yes, my father is a teacher that leaves his mark in every student that pass through his way. Could other glasses represent the same? I don´t think so. They would be the same: two rounded pieces of glass and a piece of metal. The essence is the same but they would not be the same. Of course he has another pair of modern glasses but they are not his work glasses. They have not seen the same. These glasses are kept in a special place, where only he could find them. My father likes when my brother or I use them. The only condition is that we have to be careful with them because these are the only glasses that my father feels comfortable with at work. We understand that because deep down we know what they really mean. The importance is not the material significance, is the emotional part of it. They have helped my father with one of his biggest assignments: his doctorate. He made in in ten years. He had to find a balance between the escolar part and our family. I was very little but I still remember. He made it with the help of his glasses! These glasses are important to me and my father.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is a prose poem that I wrote about my father. I hope you like it.

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