Fathers Need Not Fathers Be

Fathers Need Not Fathers Be.
All One Needs To Do Is Choose
To Love For Life, And That Embrace,
Held Long And Hard, Bestows The Grace
Each Craves. For All In Time Must Lose,
Restored Alone By Memory.
So Now It Is With You And Me.

Fathers Can Be Solitary Mountains

Fathers Can Be Solitary Mountains,
All Their Love Rock-like, Steep, And Strong.
Though Warm And Caring, Somehow They Belong
Halfway Home To Mothers’ Bubbling Fountains.
Each Of Us Needs Love That Knows No Quarter,
Reminding Us Of Bonds That Cross A Border,
Strengthening Our Sense Of Right And Wrong.

Fathers and Daughters Have a Romance

Fathers And Daughters Have A Romance
That Goes On For The Rest Of Their Lives,
Destined To Ripen And Age As They Dance
Through The Days Of Their Husbands And Wives.
Up Near The Surface Their Love Is Distinct,
Like A Garden Surveyed In The Sun,
In Which Seedtime And Full Bloom Are Credibly Linked
By A Consciousness Shared And Hard Won.

Deep Down Below, Where The World Is A Dream,
And The Dream Is A World Of Its Own,
All Manner Of Memories The Moments Redeem
In A Place Where One’s Never Alone.

Fantasies, like Words, Await What’s Real

Fantasies, Like Words, Await What’s Real,
Anchored Only When Attached To Things.
The Dream Of Fatherhood, That Long-sought Dawn,
Has Now Become The Light Of Early Morn,
Exact And Merciless In What It Brings:
Riches To Which One Can Only Kneel.
‘mid All The Truths The Package Will Reveal,
Sensing Well The Wonder As It Sings,
Drawing Well The World To Which It’s Drawn,
A Love Beyond All Words Will Give You Wings,
Yielding Joys Beyond What You Can Feel.

F Is for Firm

F Is For Firm.
A Is For Absent.
T Is For Time.
H Is For Hurt.
E Is For Even.
R Is For Repeat.

Every Friday Night I Bless My Children

Every Friday Night I Bless My Children.
I Put My Hands Upon Their Inclined Heads
And Say The Words My Father Said To Me:
“may God Shine His Countenance On You.”
I Put My Hands Upon Their Inclined Heads,
Chanting With A Pure, Intense Delight.
“may God Shine His Countenance On You,”
I Pray As Though My Love Might Make It So.

Chanting With A Pure, Intense Delight,
Each Week I Play This Part With Equal Joy.
I Pray As Though My Love Might Make It So,
That God Might Live With Them As He With Me.

Each Week I Play This Part With Equal Joy,
And Say The Words My Father Said To Me,
That God Might Live With Them As He With Me
Every Friday Night I Bless My Children.