Fathers
It’s a tale like the rest
They all come to know
The man is your father
The script of the poem
the words in the rhyme
he sings to your soul
the beat of the drum
you danced with his love
–
the smoke trails a path
from the front to the rear
you sit alone and remember
his song, his reverie
the voice of a man
the spirt of a king
the eye of your friend
The one you hold dear
–
The hands were all calloused
The touch it was soft
The path he lead onwards
Was the best that he could
–
Now he lies floating
Away from your sight
Beside with your dreams
Inside you in love
And all that you long for
is the day when it comes
when he takes your hand
softly and leads you on home
–
© francie mcgivney Fathers day 2015
Words I love to write 