Spring flowers picked in small hands for him.
Gum wrapper foil twisted into a ring with a gem.
Ropes long hanging from the tall oak tree
With a board cut perfectly for Dad to swing me.

Summers spend fishing with a pole cut from a tree.
Picnics with fresh apples and a skinned little knee.
Training wheels removed with guidance of Dad's hand.
All remind me how much my Dad was a very tall man.

Winters sleeping in the middle snuggling up close.
Crackling fireplaces sitting up under Dad's nose.
All this and more simply reminds me of a Dad's unconditional love.
It's this one thing many a man seems to fall so short of!

Sybil Shearin
6-12-2005
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Thanks
Dad!