That’s my Dad

Shirts of soft flannel and hands cracked with hard work.
Heavy work boots, perfect for dancing upon.
Scratchy beard, hiding a chin I’ve never known.
Shoulders to ride on and feet that somehow look just like mine.
Contagious laughter and unending prayer falling from his lips.
Eyes that know beauty and a song of love and truth in his heart.

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