My Papa.

by Black Heart Still Beating   Jul 21, 2011


Hello.
Have I told you I love you of late?
Of that matter no one can debate.
You work so hard and make me laugh.
You're so strong and your mind's still fast.

I remember watching Broncos,
you bouncing me on your knee.
You calling me Dolly,
saying you love me.

You swear in your speech,
and are as stubborn as a mule.

Your family is large,
through blood and love.
You always work hard,
even digging through the mud.

I remember your basement,
with the sandbox and the swing.
The dirt on your shirts,
and the one wisp of grey in your hair.

You always looked fancy,
I used to find it weird.
Always dressed up
in a button down top.
Sweating in it until your ready to drop.
You don't give up unless it's done right.

Oh my Papa,
we all love you so.
I just want you to always know.

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