Pops in a dress.
My father turned 80 on April 6th. Here is a poem I wrote for him:
When a man looks to judge the successes of his life,
He looks to the things he has gathered about him;
He looks to the things he calls his own;
He looks to the things he has created.
He looks around and he sees,
He has planted the seeds
Of his posterity,
Of his legacy,
And in their lives,
He has built generations where
He sees his eyes and dimples in some
He sees his mannerisms, hears his laugh in others
He sees himself stretching grandly on into the future
He sees his life is good; he sees he has done good work.
When a man looks to take his measure,
He sees he is loved.
Dedicated to my father, a man whose family is everything to him, on his 80th birthday.
The tough guy on the left.
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