Old Man

Old man, you are not my Old Man,
But when I see you working in your garden,
I think of him.

Old man, you are not my Old Man,
But when I see you out walking (long shorts, white tube socks),
I think of him.

Old man, you are not my Old Man,
But when I see you at my son’s games,
I think of him.

Old man, you are not my Old Man,
But I thank you for triggering these memories of him.

(I miss you Dad.)

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2 Responses to Old Man

  1. He will be watching you as you race today and smiling 🙂
    *hugs*

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