A dad is a like an oak tree, with his feet firmly planted in the soil of our birth. He’s the solid hardwood we all aspire to be,
strong, trusting, kind, and the one we know will always be there for us.
His long arms are the protective branches reaching wide around his grove of seedlings and anyone standing in his shade feels safe and secure and loved.
A dad's trunk may widen, his leaves above may pale and thin, but he will always be our towering yet gentle oak, the creator of our forest, and so eternally loved.
CJ, I think you have picked the perfect metaphor for the perfect Dad.
Although the strength of your writing is always there, as in this poem, the love of your Dad shines the brightest.
loveya
Rusty
You are so lucky to be able to write this from experience. I never had one. But we can't all have everything we need. Adaptation is the game to survival sometimes. Great write!
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Although the strength of your writing is always there, as in this poem, the love of your Dad shines the brightest.
loveya
Rusty
Lena
Daddy will be pleased !
Peter
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