My Dad's Birthday
My dad, who died at 55,
Is etched inside my heart,
Despite the fact it's almost
Forty years we've been apart.
Today's his birthday; had he lived,
There'd be a Carvel cake.
(One year I baked a cake from scratch,
But that was a mistake.)
I conjure up his face and there,
As clear as it can be,
A vision of him laughing
Is what floats in front of me.
That's quite a lovely legacy
For one to leave behind -
A smile and laughter tattooed
In a loved one's heart and mind.
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