old spice
the white bottle
with the ship on it
a carton of reds
a case of lite
every year
it was the same
he didn’t ask
for anything
if he wanted it
then
he got it
but every year
he smiled
hugged me
in that back breaking
rib creaking
embrace of his
kissed me
on the head
called me a cow
then said
he loved me
i would give
my left arm
for one more of those
pay whatever price
was asked
instead
i stare out the window
with tears
hot and unwanted
as i think of him
we fought
we laughed
we did all of the things
a father and son do
but not for nearly
long enough
not by a century
i will always
be thankful
i had you
for a dad
always
i love you still
Gorgeous, and oddly enough, I used to get my dad old spice every year too until he told me he hated it.
This year as a nod to that I sent him some Versace cologne.
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Nice. I’m a Givenchy guy.
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Love Givenchy 🖤
I’m a Viktor and Rolf girl
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I have no clue what that is, but I’m sure it smells delightful.
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A beautiful tribute!
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thank you
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Happy Father’s day 😊 😊 ❤
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Thank you.
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“ back breaking rib creaking embrace”
What a beautiful, clear, honest picture. ❤️
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I don’t know if I was ever the son he deserved, but he was far than I could have wished for.
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It was a beautiful tribute. And in my mind, that speaks volumes.
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I truly appreciate your kindness. Thank you.
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