Each tiny twig
Like a cold hand
Reaches toward the sky-
Too many to count-
Each held in place
With its larger branch
Securely attached to the trunk-
The roots, always unseen
Yet, their presence felt
With every passing storm
Their wisdom entrusted
In this season when youth
Fades with the falling leaves
And lessons emerge
From an intricate design-
A skillfully drawn
Pen and ink against
A blue-pink watercolor sky-
Teaching my outstretched hand
To soak in the warmth of even
The most short-lived
Patch of Sunshine
Remembering my sweet Dad today. Miss him so much. ❤️
Piano Girl 
Lovely tribute
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Thank you so much. ☺️
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Such a touching and powerful tribute to your Dad. 🩷🙏🏼🤗❣️ wrapping you in love and prayers, sweet Kelley.
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Thank you, Karla. 🩷 It’s hard to believe two years have passed.
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You’re welcome. I don’t know where time goes, my friend. I can imagine how it must feel like…yesterday. ❣️🙏🏼
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Your voice may quiver, but your quill writes words from heart … 💕💙
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Thank you, Ivor. ☺️🩷
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