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Sunday, June 21, 2009

To Dad

He’s strong and seasoned, stretched thin like a piece of old leather
His hair flutters around his head like a nest of fluffy grey feathers
Times I called him on the phone and cried
So worn out so sad I nearly died
He always has a way to lift me up again
whether by joke, or story, or hand-in-hand
Wise and centered even when he ain’t
He keeps it together, all of us — incredible restraint
My dearest wish for him is to keep running strong
Right next to Mom, his inspirational song
The thing in my heart is to just tell the world
I’m so happy to have been and to always be
his little girl.


Hey, Susan. I just wanted to leave a note to say that I am still here once in a while. Dancing is keeping me busy. The kids keep me even more busy. Dollya is 10 months old today! Last weekend I was a gypsy at a Ren Fest! We did skits and dances and even gave lessons in our tent. Raqs on. Love the pics of Nat. -Tina G.

— added by Anonymous on Sunday, June 21, 2009 at 1:13 pm

Beautiful Poem Susan – I can only hope to someday get something so lovely from my Daughter. – Grant

— added by Anonymous on Tuesday, June 23, 2009 at 11:22 am

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