Fathers Day
Filaments of feeling permanently persist unsnapped,
Accrued from the caring concern my father cultivated
Throughout my growing years distraught in disarray.
Hope was a beacon he always kept flashing for me,
Ensuring to light up the course of my life in dark times.
Reassured, I took the journey to reach where I’m today,
Seeing what I’ve achieved he’d be happy in heaven.
Down the memory lane as I walk the last mile, I see
Astride the sand of time his footprints beside mine, and I
Yearn to hold his hand, so he takes me where he is now.
May 15, 2021
Contest : A Tribute To Fathers
Sponsor : L. Milton Hankins
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