All I Gave Him For His Birthday Was Toothpicks

I gave Dad PARTY PICKS 250 multi-colored sticks Wish it'd been a lil better Gift card, book, sweater One day I sobbed to Mom She got me to be calm It's like a Dad-artifact Keeping memory intact How he'd pick his teeth Now it's our bequeath It's almost all empty But doesn't tempt me To trash the lil bottle It's become a model For simpler gift-giving And thoughtful living Could be a small vase For flowers by his face Wish I had more Dad-things For the memory it brings More importantly, I had him I love you Dad (Jim)