Dad would have seen the face in this old coffee pot
and admired the garden.
Dad would have bragged on my progress
although he could always work circles around me.
He would have stopped to admire the conglomerate rock I found
and discussed why it was conglomerate and not metamorphic.
You are not here with the living, Dad, but we carry you inside our heart. Thank you for serving our country, fathering us, and loving us. Happy Father's Day! I feel you in the land around me.