Dad, Paul and Me
We had spent our lives
Running away from him.
Then one day I decided
To sit with him-on a whim.
It surprised me as much
As it had shocked him
For me to watch the news
And ask a question of him.
After that day it seemed
That Dad and I were a pair.
News became an important part
Of something we could share.
"Teeter, Paul Harvey's on,"
I'd hear him call to me.
I'd run into the room
And sit close to his knee.
Paul, my Dad, and I
Had something we could share.
I saw a different man
And understood his despair.
I'd spent my entire life
Running away from Dad,
But now for the two of us
Paul Harvey was what we had.
No more running away-
No more avoiding his ire,
For I had spanned a bridge,
And me, he had inspired.
Now all I have is memories
Of Dad and Paul and me
Every time I think of Paul,
I find a precious memory.
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