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)
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