Dear Daddy
Dear Daddy,
Just this week I decided to visit your tool shop. I wanted to let you know that the hammer and your old wooden miter box are missing. I absconded with them you see... but don't worry, I left the chalk line, a few nails and a whole lot of dust. While you weren't looking I went rummaging through some things you left in a drawer...
And on the wall
by the chimney
these must be ready for the Tin Man
hanging in jars
And in the ground by the fence
I don't know what to do with them
so I closed the door
maybe next year
I miss you
Love,
Mimi
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9 comments:
ready for the tin man. I sometimes think I am. I certainly feel the rust.
He is still alive in your heart Mimi. x
He's always with you... just a thought away. I think I got something in my eye...
~shoes~
So tender. And from the photo of the jars of nails all suspended from the rack, one can see what an organized man he was. No nails dumped in varying sizes in a can for him. Loved this, Mimi.
I do feel him with me. Thank you.
You father must be so proud. First, he created such a talented woman. Then he inspires such a beautiful tribute.
Gal - ohhhh..ya know. Daddy was a simple man by all means visible to most, but I always felt he never reached his own potential based on his own talents. Mostly because he sacrificed for us.
Mimi...
maybe, just maybe... based on his love for you all, he wasn't sacrificing at all... if you know what I mean.
~shoes~
Certainly there's no rush. One day there will come a time when those tools will move on to a new shed, to a new owner whom they will serve well. Once or two special ones will stay with you. And one or two may go to your boy from his grandpa.
And one or two will be saved for a couple of baby boys, from their great grandpa.
But there's no rush.
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