I worked with my Dad today,
He's lived in heaven over thirty years.
Today he visited in my mind,
We worked hard, no time for tears.
Had in my mind to carve a spoon,
A scrap of walnut from his old pile.
Probably came from a dumpster dive,
That he and Mom made decades ago.
Picked up a gouge that he had made,
The mallet formed by his own hands.
Clamped it down in his old vise.
On the bench that he made himself.
Then called upon the genes he passed,
To fashion the piece with lines just right.
I could feel him smiling at the sound,
As the razor sharp metal sent the wood in flight.
I sensed his hand upon my back,
As I bent to work the wood.
A little more there, that's enough here,
Always teaching me with love.
Sawdust and sweat, and fresh cut wood,
That's who he was, what made his life.
Work real hard, and stay close to God,
His motto, and still his best advice.
Love you Dad, see you soon.
Mike Roberson
05/20/19
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