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Love and Lumber


My father
with hammer, saw and nails
built a house for his family.

His calloused fingers
served vinyl-coated sinkers
from a leather bag
to the heavy hammer
stitching studs to sheathing
in the tree-covered hills of Tennessee.

My father never taught me
how to hammer nails with words.

It was watching him that taught me
how to make a house a home
by joining love and lumber
with a hammer of my own
and the certainty
I learned from him.

I like this.  Children learn a lot by watching.  Not just the outward physical stuff but they pick up, by osmosis, why their Mum or Dad does things.



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