My Dad 03 Sunday Mar 2019 Posted by Linda R Davis Poetry in Poetry ≈ Leave a comment TagsDad, Family, Fathers, Love, Poem, Poems, Poetry We called him our rock, but really he was the night star we oriented our lives around: spinning, traveling, out-of-control, lost, we had only to look up, to find our way again. Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related