Monday, March 7, 2011

Composed for Father’s Fifty-First

Dearest Dad.

Well, we know
that I’ve got next
to no money,

and you,
well,
you seem to have
most of what you want.

So,
my words are
points of soul
reaching out
to you
with,
perhaps,
a love
that brings
together
friendship
family
and the kind of
inseparable love
that comes from
experiencing life
together.

I want you to
know I love you
come hell AND
high water,

and I feel a great
peace with you
right now
that
is perhaps the
most tender
I’ve ever
had.

Happy birthday dad.

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