Jimmie Ware pays tribute to a dad she observes on the subway.
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My good friend takes selfies on the subway
Full beard
Rarely does he smile
Clearly he has the heart of a lion
I follow him and his cubs, Mufasa who?
His sense of style overshadowed only by his fierce fatherly devotion
Baby girl frowns only to mimic her bearded dad, comical to say the least
They frequent photo worthy places in New York that resonate with me
Be they cultural eateries, the bridges or wide shots from rooftops
Happier images than John Travolta on that scenic bridge one fatal Saturday night
Vlad’s eyes deliver a masterful gaze, he means business
Papi wears multiple hats and I like it like that
He is a serious referee, this pleases me
New York sidewalks move to his groove
Personality plus and so GQ
It’s a given, his son is driven to excel
Daddy taught him well
Butter pecan fly business man
With a plan, I’m just a fan
I see you Senor Cedeno in your handsome
Dominicano/Brooklyn-like
Splendor, so proud and dutiful, they surrender
When your words are tender, like Maxwell, do tell?
Unwilling to let the streets raise your son or steal your daughter
You stand for so much it’s hard to sit still
Roots planted in robust soil, positivity pumping through your veins
Your mantra, “I know I can, I know I can…”
I admire this subway soldier
He knows being a Dad matters
I dig that Fatherly swagger
Navigating his precious young seeds through
The concrete jungle with high expectations
Photo: Flickr/Vox Efx