Father - Ghazal by Cathryn Hintz
He put my first worm on my first fishing pole
He didn’t laugh because he is my father
He was cautious and scared as my father.
He was on my left while walking down the aisle
He took this job with honor, tall and proud father
He smiled ear to ear the first time he heard “Grandpa
He now had another little being looking up to him but know
as Grandfather.
Even with age and knowledge I am still his little girl and
he is still Cathryn’s father
Very creative way to merge the ghazal with visual images!
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