I originally wrote this to my daddy for Father’s Day a while ago. However, today is his birthday and I am using it again (with slight modification) because all that was true then is true still today.
Happy Birthday, Pop. I love you.
Barbi

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Reflections on a Father's Day in 1998

My small neck angled backwards to see what blocked the sun,
It was you, looming protectively like a silhouetted guardian angel.

Fat feet on your shadow, in frenzied pursuit behind,
I tried to keep up with you, just to be a part of that bigness.

Skinny arms raised in hope, eager to be swung above your head
I knew you were Hercules, conquering a dozen labors.

Child heart brimming with pride, anxious for your approval,
I struggled to live up to what I thought were your dreams for me.

Untrained mind ever questioning all mysteries of the universe --
except one: I knew your pride even when you didn’t say it.