It's sad for me to hear such words of endearment for a father's love, something I've never known but I guess every person has blessings to count if we only look for them. Poetry is one of my greatest blessing both in reading and writing. yours is special.
Let this coming of age story of a boy named Bean take you back to a simple time. Set in a small southern town in the 1960's, encircled by a river and gleaming white cotton fields.