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Sep 2014
Every joke and temper flair,
Came from the man who was always there.
Forever by his family’s side,
He holds the children as his pride.

Never letting injustice stand,
Papa carved the line in sand.
Setting free that which is true,
He gave us all great lessons too:
"Always think before you speak,
be Serpent-wise, and Dove-like meek.”

Nothing was ever lost on you,
No stray marlin or shade of blue.
It was all the Author’s intention,
written from a higher dimension.

Papa, you’ll never know how much you’ve done,
You’ve treated the strays just like your sons.
Particles, waves and Lapiz lazuli,
These are the gifts you’ve passed on to me.

Now I close this series of cobbled rhymes,
Hoping to see you in "a Thousand times…"
This was written for my grandfather's 77th birthday, filled with a lot of snippets from stories I grew up hearing. The man raised me, and if I have any positive impact on this planet, it is just another tribute to his legacy.
kj Foster
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