No school, Saturday morning,
sun dancing across the floor,
propped up on a pillow top,
eyes fixated on you.
A man of many voices,
some whimsical, some bold,
you were the voice of our childhood,
stating what was true:
Be strong enough to be gentle.
Photo by Josh Rich on Unsplash
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