A Father’s Days
We’ve been awkward from the moment the doctor handed
you over. We’re thrilled by you but afraid too for we know
one day you’ll conquer us and ride away and we’ll stand
in the driveway alone again. We know we’re hard to buy for
probably because that’s our job, we’re the ones to provide
clothes and food and luxurious hopes. But there is one thing
we ache for, the three words: thank you, Dad. Hearing that
on occasion from your voice eases us so that we might press
on, assured that maybe our days have not been spent in vain.
More than sure you’ll receive 3 thank yous on Sunday, plus one from a grateful wife. Also, going to be pouring on the thanks – after the US Open, so as not to interrupt – in this house, too. So much restoration for the poorly parented or un-parented soul by seeing parenthood done well.
After the Open? Good plan, GH. Thanks!
so beautiful it moved me to tears. my children’s father passed away last fall, and this is a difficult weekend for many in our family. thank you for sharing your sweet, sincere words.
Thank you, Anne. Extra grace for your weekend.
Dude…..should a wonderful layout of words………en theos..jim
Thank you, Jim.
darn spell check and lack of coffee…such a wonderful layout of the words & heart…j
John, I have been reading your poetry for several days now. It is beautiful. Simple. From the heart.
Thank you! Keep writing!
Hi, Kathy. Thanks for reading a little and taking the time to respond to this one.
Wonderful
Thanks, Doug!
those two, three words.
yeah, quite something, those.
Ann, yes, even if its just the two, that’s enough.
Yeah. Amazing what those words can do. Literally carry you through from year to year.
Diana, those words are quite effective with mothers too, huh?
Indeed.