Daddy

Those slippers.
Like your eldest child, older than me.
Covered in paint and holes, hard and rotting with age.
Yet for twenty five years you loved them.

That coat.
Purple and warm, smelling of tobacco.
I used to wear it as often as you.
Sat in the back of the car while you had the window down.
Old and worn, yet you loved it.

The knick knacks.
The brass and the watches, the shoes and the necklaces.
All found at carboot sales.
No one else would want them but you.
Yet you loved them.

The wood.
Tables, doors, benches and toys.
You made them all.
Out of any wood you could find.
But usually pine.
Some thought it was strange.
Yet everything you made, you loved.

You.
We love the wood.
We love the knick knacks.
We love that coat.
We love those slippers.
They are all we have of you now.
Yet they are the things you loved.
And we love them because we love you.
♠ ♠ ♠
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