A note to fathers everywhere!
We grow up
we go away,
we don't often
return to play.
Yet in our heads
we repeat that down,
hang by our feet
upside down.
We hold your hand
and eat our peas,
complain about
scraped up knees.
We hug our pillow
take out the trash
dance on your feet
eat your hash.
You're tucked inside
our hearts you see
right down deep
where you should be.
MeeAugraphie
06/16/07
Fathers say not to steal, so keep these words here, where they belong, Thank you.
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