For Dad (a Father’s Day Posting, 2 days late)
When I was a little boy, I always wanted to be like you.
You made tearing out the old furnace into an adventure….
You taught me to swing a baseball bat in the back yard…
You built me an ice rink, and a fort….
You took me running with you at Macomb…
You cried when I went away…
You were the first one I told when my daughter was born.
And now I know how much you loved me.
You made tearing out the old furnace into an adventure….
You taught me to swing a baseball bat in the back yard…
You built me an ice rink, and a fort….
You took me running with you at Macomb…
You cried when I went away…
You were the first one I told when my daughter was born.
And now I know how much you loved me.
posted by KAB at 8:47 AM
1 Comments:
Cuz, I have a question - if the Muslims and Jews and Christians all share the old testament, and if one of the bases of this war involves religious rightism, despite separation of church and state, why even behind closed door is this commonality not used for peaceful agreement? Kay
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