You smile at me
with your tired eyes
you hold me close
your words are wise
you raised me
into who i am
your my pa
my old man
You comfort me
with your aging hands
you taught me to talk
laugh and stand
you raised me
into who i am
your my pa
my old man
Jacob Andrew Jarman
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