Where Mothers end–
Strong hands –the first thing I can remember. I never felt safe unless those strong hands were guiding me across the street.
Later, Dad taught me, I too can have strong hands and be strong for myself — guide myself.
Next came the discipline–
No matter what Dad said to me, he had no control over me/definitely could not discipline me–especially when I would hide in my toy box from the hand of discipline.
Leadership finally got me.
Dad couldn’t tell me anything but he could lead &guide by example.
Dad kindly gave me one wing and Mom the other.
I wouldn’t be standing without the example, love, encouragement, presence, support–not to mention the horsey rides before bed.
I am your creation:
Thank you for my wings, Dad!