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.