In your wrinkled skin, I find my nest
Walking into the bosom of a raging sea
When all is dark and dismal, threatening
Your gnarled hand on mine, placed softly
Daddy, I can fight the big, bad world
Your tired hair, all salt and pepper
Your aching joints, the stiff knees
The loose skin hanging in a pouch
From every frown and caress, I draw
Immense strength, Daddy, I am home
Walking into the bosom of a raging sea
When all is dark and dismal, threatening
Your gnarled hand on mine, placed softly
Daddy, I can fight the big, bad world
Your tired hair, all salt and pepper
Your aching joints, the stiff knees
The loose skin hanging in a pouch
From every frown and caress, I draw
Immense strength, Daddy, I am home
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wonderfull
Good to see your posts and as allways iam drenched ...
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