Happy Birthday Dad
My dad's the giant in the crowd,
head and boulder shoulders proud.
Behind two craggy brows he hides
those vintage February eyes.
Ever present as the sea
his grin, just to the right of me.
He gave my heart the hands to reach
and legs to dance and soul belief.
Salty walks with windswept nose
and barefoot scuffing sandy toes.
Feijoa flesh from cold teaspoons
and mornings filled with soggy tunes.
God built him tall so all could know
that bearded laugh and baritone.
He made his home a steaming bath
shone rainbows through his bursting heart
to which we, spidermonkeys, clung
a rooted tree bathed gold in sun.
x
8 comments:
sounds very boring, glad he's not my father
this is beautiful. x the photo one in a million.x
Is that Andre the Giant?
Dad - you can't hide behind the Anonymous tag...
We used to tell everyone he was, John Key!
Just a great big, giant, teddy bear! xxx
I'm glad that was your dad's comment - I was just about to hunt 'anonymous' down and sort them out...lovely erica! xx (Emily)
Emily - I recognise my Dad's humour a mile away! Happy for you to hunt him down and sort him out anyway... x
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