It matters not that Time has shed
His thawless snow upon your head,
For he maintains, with wondrous art,
Perpetual summer in your heart.
- William Hamilton Hayne, To My Father
His thawless snow upon your head,
For he maintains, with wondrous art,
Perpetual summer in your heart.
- William Hamilton Hayne, To My Father
Happy birthday sweet father of mine!
All my love,
Sarah
5 comments:
Wooooohoooo!!! Happy birthday, father..haha I love this picture. Did any of the ones of us turn out or do we look awkwardly shadowed and uncomfortable, as usual?
What a sweet post! Great photograph. And the poem is perfection.
Hope you have a wonderful day!
B.
That Girl in Pearls
i heart your daddy-o. what a perfect poem.
The thing I love most about this post is that I know how sincere it is. You really did find the perfect poem!
Remember how Dad used to let you style his thick head of hair any way you wanted? What a patient guy-- esp when you told him he had to play Meeko in Pocahontas! Hahaha. Good times.
*from Pocahontas.
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