Your loving lips kiss my fair skinned cheek hinting of Old Spice Cologne and gentle fatherly affection, as my proud heart plumps up with thankfulness. My father, so brilliant, a brain like Einstein, and yet so modest, never speaking down to anyone. There are no less important souls in your mind, just people, God’s supreme creation all one. Your broad smile with reassuring words warm my cool blood, body and soul, rejuvenating my desire for your immeasurable wisdom in understanding life’s purpose. In your laugh I find lively substance, the devouring of a satisfying dinner stuffing my empty belly, you fill my yearning to comprehend infinite trust and humanity. My Dad, I swim in your liquid eyes of green, and calming light reflects bright to my deepest core, oh how your rays shine through me. Let us waltz dear one, your moves so Fred Astaire like, I promise my feet will glide under you, not over, while we get “in the mood” for the Big Band sound of Glen Miller.Your peppy steps keep me spirited as envious onlookers gaze upon us. An interlude progresses into song, your baritone voice sturdy and satiny rich mingles with my harmonies to your favorite melody, “My Way.” Simply wonderful, we resound Sinatra into the sparkled ebony twilight... In clouds of wishing I am dancing with you, and shall once more in Heaven’s perpetuity. ©Linda Balboni 2004
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