One simple word, yet it means so much
hands of steal, with a gentle touch.
Responsibility for the family clan
lay on the shoulders of this man.
Protector and provider,
farmer, hunter, fighter.
Defender of the hearth and home,
sometimes for days he must be gone.
Strength is there in his eyes
yet he still sometimes cries.
Teacher of the ways of life
his words guide past pain and strife.
With the love of his bride
one with him steadfast at his side.
He leads across the bridge unknown
for the way he has already gone.
Out of the darkness of night
he guides all to heavenly light.
The path he tries to follow
for without, his life is hollow.
With words and acts and deeds of love
he guides his prodigy to his Father above.
When with age he starts to slow
there is so much he still does know.
The wise will still come his way
to hear what a father has to say.
When at last he lays at rest
all can say he did his best.
Hands of steal, with a gentle touch
one simple word, yet it means so much.

06/18/2006

Author's Note: Happy Fathers Day

Posted on 06/18/2006
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