Papa Haiku

Though dead for several years, Dad's been on my mind of late. So much so that I picked up a photo and proceeded to make this drawing of him. Like he's following me around and patting me on the shoulder now and then. Offering a hug or two. Then a Haiku, as inspired by the poet laureate’s visit a couple weeks ago:

Take a long look
What’s not to like about him?
Long restless, now gone,
My dad