He Is

He Is

He is the smell of burning wood.
He is the engine that has started for the first time.
He is grease and oil.

He is a warm house
He is a mind reader
He is my best friend
He is the stubborn flame that won't die down
He is my dad.

He is a shoulder to cry on when my world falls apart.
He is the mom I barely saw.
He is the cookies made after the loss of a pet.
He is Sheba, a Siberian husky we played with for hours.
He is funny movies that cheer me up.
He is Criminal Minds Every Wednesday and White Collar Tuesday.
He is the night hours spent checking on puppies.
He is the goodnight ladies, goodnight gentlemen singer.

He Is my dad