Remembering Dad

I remember walking,
with my healthy, young dad,
Holding his left pinky,
In my tiny right hand.

He was invincible,
A Sistine Chapel God,
Reaching to touch Adam,
Transforming clay to life.

Patient with his answers,
To my endless questions,
As I viewed my new world,
Safe, sitting on his lap.



I remember learning,
All the things that matter,
From long conversations,
And from his example.

Always so supportive,
Never suffocating,
Forgiving of my faults,
Quiet pride in my strengths.

Disapproved some choices,
Wanted an engin...