The tallest short man
you’ve ever seen. When
I
was six, he was ten
feet tall
and he continued to
grow
taller, year by year.
His sweat and rough
brown hands paid
for our house, our car,
my clothes, and my fine
college education.
His rough hands
stoked the coal furnace
each
winter morning at five—
so I awoke at 6:30
in a warm house.
and now I know
that I can never thank
him for the silent
love of all those
years.
© David Cooper 6/17/14
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