Dad

© luisa brehm

do you see my little hands, Dad ??? do you hear the way i talk ???
how i smile walk tuck up my sleeves to eat or .... am a rebel ???
almost everything on me looks like you, i said almost, father ....
with you i learned the line between love and hate is too thin
without you i learned the meaning of survival !!!!

dad in the 50’s, the one i love and want to remember.