Fatherhood

Judge not my failing's as a father or a man, The hardest thing I ever did was resist the urge to run. The truth of any love affair is seldomly exposed, Just as oft a passerby will miss the blossoming of a rose. The scent is so alluring, whilst the flower bud unborn, But not enough to overcome his fear of the thorns. I almost missed you flower, missed you blossom as you grow, To see the mesmerizing beauty of my single winter rose. Forever I will watch you, protect you from the rain, Always through your life my darling, know your father will remain.