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As a little girl, I remember my fathers legs
They could carry anything
Big thick thighs thundering through what life threw at him
He built houses, supported us and even ran like Freddie flinstone
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My Dad’s broad shoulders protected us from the lightning and the rain
These same shoulders taught me how to throw a softball and how to pretend I felt no pain
They swung a hammer and showed me what beauty we can make with our hands
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His round italian belly full of meals and memories with family and friends
It always featured on a hot day turning red like a lobster without sunscreen
He really did show me being big boned is more than okay
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But most of all when I think of my father, it is his mind that I appreciate
A beautiful mind like you’ve never seen before
This wise man, as some may say, truly gets life, even when nothing seems right
He practices acceptance, and love and joy
You wouldn’t even know that every day he has
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