My heart remembers the tender glow
Of the deep caring eyes that have watched me grow.
From the time I was a baby, until the time I had my own
Eyes of bright blue remained attentive to me
Til’ I was fully grown.
He would let me climb up
The cherry blossom trees
In the nearby park
Just doing as I please.
Dad would take my picture indoors and out
Zooming in on a smile or a smirk
And at times he would
Capture my pitiful pout.
We would walk and talk –
On our way to church
He listened to my questions
As I’d ask about this life in my
Forever in my heart is a picture I hold
Of my gentle father who raised me
With love, and warmth
In such abundance
That I have never felt cold.
The deep caring eyes that
Have watched me grow
Are the true blue kind
A rare and priceless find-
He’ll never know
How much he
I love you , Dad.
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