I see you standing there hunched over this must have been how it looked that night

Sewing potatoes for the new season

A man of many trades

That’s probably why my standards are so high

You listened for every breath and I returned them

I could feel your love aiding my lungs that you feared would not comply

Your presence poured enough love into my soul to last for eternity

My mother startled my your caring shadow

But soon she was soothed by the sound of a resting child and an able father

Later when I was old enough

You would tell me tales and stories

Your voice floated me away on a cloud to a distant land

Full of fairytales that you painted in my imagination

As a stubborn teen I rebelled against you

Convinced I was achieving something

I locked my myself up and threw away the key

But your guidance helped me find myself again and restore what was once me.

I have many things to be grateful for and I could go on and on about you forever

But the greatest treasure of all are

the words you gifted me and with them I can now sew this poem for you.