This is me and my Dad.
This page is in loving memory of him.
JAMES EVERETT SCOTT
December 2, 1941 - November 28, 1997
( I miss him )
"Daddy Makes Rainbows"
He seems to see what others miss,
Like the taste of comfort in a goodnight kiss.
The Pegasus and the Unicorn,
Dancing together in the early morn,
They laugh and joke with him,
He walks and talks with them,
My Daddy’s different don’t you see?
At least he sees things differently.
In summer on the hottest day,
He makes the hose into a spray.
With just a twist of his wrist,
He makes a rainbow in the mist.
He say’s, “there’s a pot of gold out on the lawn”
(He was told that by a leprechaun)
I’ll really miss him when he’s gone
So now we know what daddies are for,
To make rainbows and memories,
For us to explore.
by Sean Mc Kelvy The Poet Of Alamo
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