To the Man Who Raised Me
Bonded not by birth
or blood
but by how we love.
You listen to me
hear my frusterated
battle cry.
Handle with Care
soft words
arms around my shoulders
You know what I like
gelato with chocolate chips
Starbucks on a Sunday morning
You bought me toys
because you never got them as a kid.
I appreciate that now.
You taught me how to be silly
how peaceful the road is at 2 am
how sucess isn’t the most important thing in the world.
I’ll try to repay you.
To listen to how your day was
to ask the thoughtful questions.
But I don’t know how to repay
loving like I want to be loved.
But with a prayer I’ll try.
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Beautiful tribute!