I think by that I mean he is big–
but he is also leafy and deciduous.

He’s a flowering 
tree not a fruiting one.

I guess you could pick strips of his bark 
and slowly crumble it in your hands.

I’ve been told I look a bit like him
when we stand side by side.

Rather unlike a tree he tells me
he’s proud of me and a good man.

So it’s a bit confusing at times having a father.