For My Father

At six months old dada were the first words to ever leave my mouth His name in Hebrew is "son of my right hand" He is the Boaz to my mother and the Abraham to my sister and I He sacrificed his need for higher education and passed on the torch to me instead He is both a phenomenal writer and nature enthusiast just as I am He missed an opportunity for my mother to bear him a son from the seed of her womb but I am positive that if I would bare a male child He will form an indestructible bond and cherish him as the son he never had My father could've been deceased or disowned me like those of many of my friends and acquaintances but today he is alive with his soul filled with health and joy and always remain faithful to his family like the lion of his jungle Although his own father is resting at the gates of heaven he will always have us and his spiritual Father on the throne watching over him day in and day out