The violin sings
The years of happiness,
The peaceful days.
Your smile was a sunshine,
You were my only north.
Dad
22 Sunday Feb 2015
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Reblogged this on mihran Kalaydjian and commented:
Dad
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Reblogged this on Tra sogno e realtà.
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Trust.
Such a big secret in such a few words …
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Being a Dad can be the best job in the world…
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Hidden by a cloud,
The North Star remains in place,
We know it is there.
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You have the words for the strongest things…
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When I reach this note,
my fingers can’t go further.
Not to mention breath.
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Loved this – my Dad was my lodestone!
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Deeply beautiful.
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I love this so much, Esther. Yes, the only North.
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Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
Beautiful artwork and words. Enjoy the work of the amazing writer.
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
her dad was that and more loving and accepting than most.
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