Father
A child, innocent, pure
Eyes wide with wonder
Heart full of unconditional love
Soul full of boundless trust
Hungry mind, like a sponge
Soaking up the knowledge I spill
Values formed, instilled, learned
As much by deed as by word
This new life, a blank canvas
I hold the brush in my hand
The outline for a life's portrait
Drawn partly from my guidance
Hurts to soothe, pains to ease
Love to give, lessons to teach
These thoughts consume me
Indict me in the court of my mind
The case is heard and the jury is out
Conviction or acquittal
Still deliberating
What kind of father would I be?
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