We thank God for
your wizened hands,
work-worn, leathered, weathered and
smooth-sanded by that daily task--
--that tenderhearted tending of
much more than mere tomatoes--
scattering seeds in memories;
it turns out you were growing these --
these boys into the best of men.
This happened in your garden.
some 30 years later with Pigeon |
Happy Birthday, Paw-Paw!
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