Father’s Day

The sound of the key in the lock brought me running to the front door.

I try to climb the giant sequoia who steps into the room,

wrapping my arms around his strong leg,

he reaches down and scoops me up,

swinging me up around his shoulders

from my perch I can see the sky,

or at least the top of the freezer,

his smell so comforting~

smoke and Old Spice,

Daddy pretends he can’t find me,

and I giggle as I cover his eyes and yell

“Here I am.”

Happy Father’s Day Dad.



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