A Rare Gem
Joyful, he sings
He bumps, in to things
His forehead is scarred
From cuts and dings
Peppered with paint
From head to toe
Bless his heart
He doesn’t know
With so much to do
Too preoccupied
For these thoughts to accrue
So it’s back outside
Hammer in hand
Pocket of nails
Meets all demands
It never fails
A real handy man
He’s willing and able
Always working
To keep us stable
A gentle voice
A ginger touch
A big ole heart
That loves so much
That’s my daddy
A rare gem
I’m a lucky girl
To look up to him
Copyright © Anna Hopper | Year Posted 2020
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