
Dad
A long breeze, tall and cool,
amongst sweet tea and the arbored pool,
my dad he walks with a crooked back
from carrying me across the stacks
of troubles and pains of a growing girl;
and the trouble of making sand into pearl.
But he complains not of the burden he bears
as he climbs the mountain to bring me up the stairs.
So this gracious and soft heart of mine
is forever with him and always entwined
amongst admiration, loyalty and love
courage, steadfastness, and strength enough.
He is the ocean that ebbs and flows,
that teaches me to be brave
and always to grow.
He is the ocean that sings a lullaby
when the seas are too rough and too dark the sky.
He is the ocean that proudly boasts
when his youngest swimmer finally learns to float.
You are my greatest ocean, my father, and my friend
I will love you till the ends of the earth; on an earth that has no end.
Your love will always be the thing on which I stand,
in the stardust, in the sea, and on the sand.
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