Dad (For the weekend that’s in it)

drone of humming bees
song of guitars and violins
hymns of praise
all I wanted to be
in size seven
stitched shoes

superhero
not teacher
but scholar
nose sniffing trouble
not a friend but an ear.
You were my Dad.

safe hands
hauling me
shoulder high,
a stern voice
to a running boy,
you were love
in blue eyes
summer skies

cornflowers,
rolling waves
shining silver seas
swimming, splashing
smiles so wide
they cracked your face.

-dave kavanagh

 

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