She was so small
Didn’t seem to count
But he always saw her
Brothers ran wild
Mom watching fondly
His gaze on his daughter
He sailed the seas
Away more than not
Still their connection grew
When he came back
Her eyes would light in
Wonder, what might they do
Macrame was
Always a safe bet
She’d crouch near with her own
Maybe this time
A sailboat they’d build
Together, in the zone
Music always
Drifted around them
Accompanied their day
While he saw her
As the child she was
He knew she’d much to say
He’d encourage
Her to explore all
To not limit herself
To fan her spark
Her passions anew
To not sit on a shelf
As an adult
He pushed her to stand
Although life pushed her down
Straightened her spine
More than a few times
Her feet on solid ground
He’d make her laugh
More than a little
With his silly Dad jokes
Reminded her
Of much gentler times
With all his crazy quotes
Gentle spirit
Velvet over steel
The strongest man she knew
Though he’s gone, he
Watches over her
His light still guides her through
Author's Note:
A tribute to the man who shaped me, who still straightens my spine. I'll always be grateful for the time we had and all the beautiful gifts he bestowed.
For lighter notes about my dad and his sense of humor, head over to Dather’s Fay and Poetry by Dad. — Liora
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A beautiful tribute.
Beautiful.
All I can hope for is being remembered this way. 😌