[lumberjim]

Dana, forgive me if this is inappropriate or presumptuous:

Things that made Dad cool

He was always there.
But Quietly,
never effusively

Soulfully,
He played a mean Harmonica,
Like a poet in the wilderness

In the garden,
He knew the value of Beauty,
In the dance of a bee

Of broken and forgotten things,
He was a Fixer.
He knew Stuff,
like the genus of a flower,
and the workings of a radio

He was our Dad
And the coolest man
I know.


:: cries and cries ::