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March 2009 
dad
Posted on Oct 3rd, 2008
by 
wvbard
wvbard
Your skin was hard
As leather
When I was a child
Taunt sinew of
A tough heritage.
It softened as you aged
Still showing every crease
Of history and devotion.
I was barely 25 when
You passed. . . didn't
Have a clue about the
World, myself, or
Where I was going.
When I told you it
Was ok to let go,
I would be fine ---
I lied.
I've never found my
Leathered skin, that
Heritage, history or devotion.
Still, many days, wondering
When I will get a clue
About the world, myself
Or where I am going.
There will come a time,
I will rest again,
My head upon your chest -
The safest place I've ever been.
Oct. 2, 2008
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this is most beautiful and expressive
what i got from it is to think and to notice how many of allll humans have this issue, not just native feeling for roots
it made me think of the disconnected feeling or sense or idea that is given to us that we are somehow lost or needing to find or to be found
ty for allowing me to think and to express