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​​          SITTING WITH FATHER

6/20/2016

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 Take off my shoes!
Father said to me,
My feet are tired,
And oh how stink!
 
If you sit on my lap,
I will tickle you,
Until you cry, “stop!”
Turning you blue.
 
You may be a princess,
Yet, I will not tell you so,
For this is the real world,
That I want you to know.
 
There are no free rides,
Only dreams when you sleep,
You must work hard,
To have what you keep.
 
With no dreams in place,
I had no direction.
A young mom I would make
Through a heartfelt connection.
 
As my daughter turned three,
I asked God, what shall I’ll be?
Universal father replied,
Watch the signs close by.
 
And over and over,
The signs would repeat,
Get grounded my dear,
Grow roots like a tree.
 
Thinking back now,
The answers were there,
Sitting with father,
At his feet by the chair.
 
To go anywhere in life,
Begins with the feet,
Which represent--
Family, past and community.
 
So here I am now,
Growing roots like a tree.
Putting out new twigs,
Inspired by those before me.
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