My dad is a gentle giant. An unsung hero. A quiet example of God’s love in action. One whose own father died when he was young, he yet passes on a heritage of love.
A poem to honor my dad, Leo Boucher, this Father’s Day.
CutiePyeGirl entertaining Gramps.
Listening and hearing
Serving and seeing
Knowing and encircling
A father’s love
Patient and true
Laying foundations
Practicing kindness
A father’s hands
Gentle and strong
Fueled by hope
Glimpsing the unseen
A father’s heart
Telling the truth
Speaking in love
Calling forth
A father’s heir
