My dad just wrote a poem for me and sent it to me. So, I thought I would post it here, cause that's what I do.

She held up the picture and told me to squint to see
A picture within a pictures but it was all swirls to me
Oh but can't you see the image of the landscape, soft, serene?
No, I can only see the swirls came my frustrated scream.

She told me to relax and rest and slowly open one eye
And hold the picture far away and give it one more try.
I thought what's the use but yet I did exactly what she said
With one eye and then with two I slightly tilted my head

The blurring started to make the swirl take on new transformation
I started to see what couldn't be seen, beyond my concentration
The picture was one of solemn peace and full of detail fine
I revelled that I finally found it and made the picture mine.