Daddy, My Real Life Gepetto

You work your hands all day and all the night,

creating what you hope's a masterpiece,

your craft works with more than just wood, but life.



And though it may have caused you pain and strife,

the sanding and the drilling never ceased.

You work your hands all day and all the night.



You've worked so hard to make me turn out right.

You glue and nail together each small piece,

your craft works with more than just wood, but life.



You raised a teenager girl without a wife

and in that moment I was too blind to see.

You worked your hands all day and all the night.



I'm turning out like you and that's all right,

your wisdome it will live inside of me,

your craft works with more than just wood, but life.



My maker built me strong with all his might.

I hope you're proud of how I came to be.

You worked your hands all day and all the night,

your craft works with more than just wood... my life.



~*~ Jill ~*~

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem is dedicated to my dad and was written during my spring quarter of college in 2006. I don't remember the exact date.

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