How hard it is to start a work of art

Like diving in an ocean that is cold

To resist the urge to write tears me apart

While dread of getting wet has me withhold

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With pen in hand my father’s spirit mounts

I stand naked on the shore, my feet in ice

With every word he holds me to account

Despite my fear, ‘tis late for me t’think twice

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Courageously I look him in the face

The Polar Bears all gathered by my side

Paternal love I trust in our embrace

I hold his hand and take the plunge with pride

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Commitment ever leads me to this shore

Deep love lets me dive – forever more!

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For my father, John Knauth, who would have turned 83 today. I toast you, up there in heaven, drinking single malt with the other angels💜🥃 😇