I remember my dad's face .
It was never hard to read .
He was a kind man .
He was never stoic and self-contained .
I could always look at his face .
I would often find a big smile .
I would see from time to time a frown .
He would give me his sullen look not to often .
His smile was his thing .
When dad looked at me ,
With his big smile on his face ,
I knew I was safe
When he called me smiley .
By Brock
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