You buzz across his face
Smoothing the scruffy lines
Quickly leaving not a trace
Grooming so nicely so he will be able to dine
But first a butterfly "buzz" on my soft cheek
A tender Friday night moment and giggle
After shave aromas begin to fill the laundry room
Yes, it's the end of the week
Dad's routine doesn't leave out a wiggle
Only the memory still looms.
remembering dad November 23rd, 1994
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