This is for you Daddy. I know you can read my words and know my heart. This was from another year but my love for you never changes, my admiration never wanes and my longing to be that child again for even a day is always there. Happy Father’s Day!!!!
This Old Tree
by Cheryl Pennington
This old tree, though appearances deceive,
has led a rich life, you must believe.
It’s branches, now gnarled, its fingers grown lean,
were there to uphold as a lifeline unseen.
The skin, once rugged and tanned to the bone
showing lines, may seem weak-now without tone.
Do not be fooled, for its fortitude lasts,
Mighty ships sail, its arms as their masts.
So, did I sail neath that shadow of love,
that maddening grip all too soon was shed of
as I stood on the bow of my self-captained path.
It was there, looking on, in the wrecked aftermath.
This old tree, though forgotten by youth,
wiped away tears, pulled the loose tooth
that wouldn’t budge.
Peanuts in its pocket, a whistle on its lips
Shooting hoops in the drive, giving all its best tips.
Popping corn for the hungry mouths at its…
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