A child held for the first time,
By the one who will always be there.
She smiles and eyes brightly gleam,
Somehow she knows ~ This is Dad!
A small gril who won't leave behind
That precious toy opened one Chistmas morning.
And in Camp's dim living room light...
By the music and on your knees, we'd dance to delight.
Growing up and leaning life's challenges,
Youl helped to make themm understandable.
And late evening projects... finished or not ~
It was time well spent for how much we had.
Now all grown up and busy as a bee.
Even though time is cut even shorter,
I still need a guide and footsteps to follow.
So, the first place I turn...
Is to my Dad!
6.16.02
Happy Father's Day