This was inspired by my amazing dad and the poem 'Those Winter Sundays' by Robert Hayden, which is one of my favorite poems ever. I don't thank my dad enough for all he does, and I realized that today after coming home from lacrosse practice that I got up early for and did chores for the first time in weeks. I may get weeks off from school, and a whole summer, but he doesn't get any days off. And he comes home and cooks and cleans on top of that. He's always busy with something, and he's the kind of man who will work until he's in the grave. I wouldn't be who I am without him. Thanks, Dad.
Submitted:Apr 18, 2011 Reads: 387 Comments: 10 Likes: 4
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