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Teeth like piano ivories..
With a smile that shone
Like the sun in the summertime,
Or a harvest moon,
Always the one
To be the first
In line, whatever
Was taking place,
The one at the door
To greet you
When you came, and
To send you on your way,
The one on the ballfield,
Saying, 'Come on,
Let's hit a few balls,
Let's play a game,
The one with the fishing pole,
Going down the road,
Just to catch a few
For his suppertime feast,
The one with a twin,
The quiet one,
The one who never could
Get a word in edgewise,
Husband, Father, Friend,
Comforter, Dad - -
The one who was always
Supposed to be there - -
Death took his smile
From his family, but never,
Never could it take
His memory.
Dedicated to my Dad, whom I never got to know very well as an adult,
but whom I miss to this day. His smile truly was a beacon, and he truly was a dear, dear friend to me, and I still wish I had known him better.
May 26,2007
Scarlett Treat
Scarlett Treat
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