a poem for my dad, who is now 58...or 59.
"i'll tell your father" mom used to say
a threat that would keep our shenanigans at bay
little did we know that back in the day
dad was much tamer than mom (but in a good way)
when i was too little to hold your hand
i'd sit on your shoulders and survey the land
from those heights i felt i could stand
and hold the world in my grasp, at my command (i had a vivid imagination)
now we're both older and i'd have to guess
sitting on your shoulders would cause you some stress
but that doesn't mean i love you any less!
we all grow up! but i digress.
Happy Birthday dad! I love you to bits!
when it comes to fathers, you're one of the greatest hits!
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