One
You were
A scowler, a searcher
Always looking into the meanings of things
A quiet curiosity
Two
Your blond hair
As a child
Had a near-blinding luminescence
Angelic
Three
Everybody wants
You as a friend
Four
Your relentless pursuit
To please me
No matter what
Five
Your bowleggedness
When you were a toddler
Yet you could run like hell away from me
Six
Your imagination is
Contagious and fills me
With hope
Seven
You on a playing field
On a court
Is poetry
Eight
Your vain attempts
To quell tears
Trying to be strong
Your quivering bottom lip was a beautiful thing
Nine
Whenever you said
Dad
Your voice was a cure
For everything that ailed me
Ten
People pay you a compliment
When they don't realize I'm your father
And I get goose bumps
Eleven
You still come to me for answers
Even though "I don't know"
Is a more common reply than it used to be
Twelve
You hug me
In front of your friends
And still tell me you love me
When it's time for bed
Thirteen
You're incapable of
Staying angry at me
Fourteen
You still laugh at my
Stupid
Jokes
Fifteen
You make a father
Feel loved
You were
A scowler, a searcher
Always looking into the meanings of things
A quiet curiosity
Two
Your blond hair
As a child
Had a near-blinding luminescence
Angelic
Three
Everybody wants
You as a friend
Four
Your relentless pursuit
To please me
No matter what
Five
Your bowleggedness
When you were a toddler
Yet you could run like hell away from me
Six
Your imagination is
Contagious and fills me
With hope
Seven
You on a playing field
On a court
Is poetry
Eight
Your vain attempts
To quell tears
Trying to be strong
Your quivering bottom lip was a beautiful thing
Nine
Whenever you said
Dad
Your voice was a cure
For everything that ailed me
Ten
People pay you a compliment
When they don't realize I'm your father
And I get goose bumps
Eleven
You still come to me for answers
Even though "I don't know"
Is a more common reply than it used to be
Twelve
You hug me
In front of your friends
And still tell me you love me
When it's time for bed
Thirteen
You're incapable of
Staying angry at me
Fourteen
You still laugh at my
Stupid
Jokes
Fifteen
You make a father
Feel loved
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