Hey Dad
Remember the bird house you built so well…
Or the skunk sharing with me his perfumed smell?
And how you fixed all the broken bikes
So that there was fun for each of six tikes?
Then when each old TV had a quirk,
You found just the tube to make it work.
In winter you fixed every sled.
In summer oh those times when you said,
'Let's go for fun and fishing at the lake
To eat as much potato salad as mother can make.'
And your place at the dinner table was just right
To preside over lively, loving meals every night.
Hey Dad, I'll never forget your wise advice.
I just wish you could come back and live twice.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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