Saturday, January 07, 2012
My Dad's Toolbox
Is a lot like him....sturdy.
Been through a lot.
Made for hard work.
Held more inside, than you ever guess...
Sometimes, he would ask me to pass
him a tool, and I would know what he knew....
How it felt to set things right,
To make things better....to care.
Over the years, my dad's toolbox
has gotten heavy...heavy with memories.
Shiny. Time worn.
Each perfect in its own way...
Memories of things set right,
of a world where two hands
And a good heart
STILL make a difference.
I Miss you so much!!!!!