To My Father

Written by: S. A. David

Wednesday.
Eight O' clock. 
January of the last 
quarter
Of the twentieth 
century.
The hormones hit 
her head high like 
espresso.
You became a 
pater, full fledged.

You received me 
and danced after 
battling with 
adrenaline
Your loins had 
become friend 
with the creator
Your blood had 
been bounded in 
the world
Your ink had 
signed the 
signature
Drums have been 
rolled out.

Your toilings have 
been justified;
Knowing you can 
rest in peace any 
hour you choose;
And grooming 
your prince,
To meet his queen.
Bless your fight on 
that night

O sire, bless your 
good work
Bless your hale 
holy heart,
Bless the June day
Bless the teachings
My Roman Bishop, 
you are.

Sweet man from 
the waters
Generous dude 
from the soil
I'll never stop 
doffing
Best father in the 
multiverse
Well done fathers.