Father’s Day Blessings

The rain falls sweetly, on this Father’s Day morn,

Watering the grass,

Renewing again the growth of nature.

As I feel the green leaves soaked in delight,

Absorbing the love of God, in life bringing water.


Then, via Skype from another state,

A granddaughter tries to “tweek” my nose,

Muttering words of love interspersed with babble,

Only understood by a grandfather,

Who responds with similar language.


Counting blessings this day.




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