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| My Dad, Joe Parrish |
What is a Dad?
by CJ Heck
A dad is like an oak
his roots firmly planted
in the soil of our birth
the solid hardwood
we all aspire to be
strong, trusting, kind,
the one who is
always there
to guide our way.
His arms, the
protective branches
that reach wide
around his grove
of seedlings
and anyone standing
in his shade
feels safe, secure
and loved.
His trunk may widen,
the leaves above
may pale and thin
but he will always be
our solid gentle oak
the creator of our forest
and eternally loved.
Happy Father's Day to all the father's out there.
I miss you, Daddy, today and every day ...
"A writer soon learns that easy to read is hard to write." ~CJ Heck
2 comments:
Your poem is beautiful. Your dad would love it I'm sure.
Thank you, Patricia. I liked your poem, too! I think our dads were a lot alike :)
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