The words try too hard to say
what comes so easily to my heart
They strain to define
the what of you –
the soul, the spirit
the elan vitale
They flounder about
gape and drool
like Idiots
in a pie eating contest
And never arrive at
the finish line
Off course, eternally
dehydrated and lost
craving water
Forgetful of their mission
Distracted by the blue-ing sky
purple finger-painted sunsets
Picnics and roller coasters
They sneak away
like randy teenagers
on a summer night
Just one small word
hangs back….
Safe
Happy Birthday, Dad.
Love,
Me
Anita Rodgers Mystery Writer 
Happy Birthday to the obviously wonderful man who raised an amazing daughter!
Thanks, Chica – I’m sure he thanks you too.
Annie
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i got completely and utterly lost in these beautiful words, such a lovely tribute to your dad, hugs and love, xo
Thanks, D – I only wish I had your talent with a camera…I’d love to be able to do a photographic tribute to him.
Annie
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That was so beautiful and creative and fun! What a great tribute!
Thanks, Jez – I was trying to go for a little fun here – he probably would’ve have gotten a little kick out of it. I hope so.
Annie
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Wow, love it.
So true, sometimes words can not capture the essence of someone.
LOVE the pic too btw.
Hey, Shamrock!
Thanks – and yeah, the words do escape us sometimes. My dad loved eagles and birds, the picture struck me as something he would have liked.
WC
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