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The word "gentle" summarizes my

father's universe.

He was an educator by profession,

a gentleman by nature, and

my father, by the grace of God.

I was a small child and my

needs were small,

or so I thought.



He held a small book

and read small poems,

each sentence as gentle

as his manner;

reading, each day,

words that would last

a lifetime.



A gentle man, a gentle

father, a gentle teacher;

he taught me life, and

freedom,

and a love for

words in four small

lines:



"Star light, star bright

first star I see tonight

I wish I may, I wish I might

have the wish I wish tonight."



And each time I see that first

star, the brightest one,

I see the gentleness of my

father,

who taught me love and words.