Never do I feel more like my Father
than when I'm creating.
He restored antique clocks in his spare time.
He also created with wood, making furniture,
ornate candlesticks and grandfather clocks.
Our home was always abuzz.
Most of all, I adored his artistic side.
Turning our vacation jaunts to California and Mexico
into treasure hunts to bring home.
Pottery, driftwood, rocks and salvaged finds to bring home,
for him to create with.
How our parents influenced us, sometimes isn't realized until we are older.
Both of my parents loved to decorate and create.
For that I am truly grateful.
When I look around my studio,
I see my Father
I see my Mother
We are all here.
I am my Father's Daughter.
Happy Father's Day Dad.